The night was chill and foreboding, definitely a night people would choose to stay locked indoors. However, that was not the case in Jacques situation. The strange young boy sat under a street lamp, seemingly stuck in that pool of light. He hugged his knees to his chin, his eyes flicking from side to side to try to decipher what lay await in the darkness before him. He involuntarily shrunk away, only noticing this action by the coolness of the lamp post seeping through his shirt. He jumped as something moved. But of course this was all his imagination, there was nothing in the darkness but park benches and a swing set. He hugged himself tighter and waited for dawn.
PoeticJustice is Me random nickname from Huge!
But most peoples call me Ziah
Random Person: We are all horses! We are old horses in our own way!
Me: Nay! Nay! I wants some HAY!
Random Person: ***looks at me as if I should belong in a mental hospital***