• As Jimmy trudged through the cold, harsh snow he started to think.
    ' Why don't I run away,' he thought ' Well, no. I would be caught. And my life would most certainly be worst,' Jimmy stopped. He was astounded that he had said that, but it was definitely true. He looked up slowly into the sky. It was a clear, crisp blue scattered with tiny blips of white. The snow, or 'blips', fell on his face again and again. They didn't melt. Jimmy was confused. With heat ice melted . He looked at another person who was sitting on a bench across the street. All of the snow flaked were melting. He felt his face, it was as cold and hard as stone. He was so mesmerized by the own hardness of his face that he didn't notice a big beefy man, obviously well fed, push past him to get into the shop Jimmy had happened to stop outside,
    "Oy. You. Vermin. You oughta learn to move out the way," the man said, almost bellowing. Then he pushed Jimmy as hard as he could against the wall of the shop. Jimmy slumped into the snow. He lay there in pain, and thought,
    'My life is definitely the best it can get,' So Jimmy got up and walked to the next house.

    Sorry it is so short. I will create more soon.
    TO BE CONTINUED...