You have found a bag of cash and I...

honestly look around to see if the owner or someone is nearby that could have mistakenly dropped it. Then I check to see how much is inside, and going with ( my imagination ) here, I'm feeling quite happy and lucky that this money was placed in my path. But then, my conscience kicks in, and I start to panic a little. What if this money belonged to this drug lord and this was blood money? What is I'm being watched as I pick up this money? Those thoughts will immediately driven into my brain as I stand there wondering what to do. But then, I notice, no one is coming back for it, and no one seems to realize that this is here...so, what do I do? ( giggles like mad ) I immediately close the bag up, stuff what I can inside my backpack, call up my sister. We argue first since she is too lazy to come pick me up, but after I mention the money, she immediately tells me she is on her way! Now...what to do? Should I skip out on class for the evening? Hmmm...my mind ponders on. Who did this money belong to? Where did it come from? I must have been having a lucky day to find this in my path. More thoughts continue, but I don't tell a soul to anyone here at school. It would look suspicious and people would talk, so its best to just leave the campus immediately. I tell Ricardo to inform my teachers that I won't be in class later. He protests and asks why, but I shut him up and tell him I will buy him a carton of cigarettes tomorrow if he does this. So he says, ok! My sister gets here, at a miracle time of 15 minutes. I immediately jump in, and tell her to get as far away as possible from the area. I check the rearview mirror constantly to see that we are not followed as we reach the house. Inside the house i show her the bag of money and she stares at it with open mouth, shocked. We have managed to dump on the floor of our house, $100,000.00. What this money could do for us at this moment is all we could think about. That will be another story...