Monday - 8:59 p.m.
I was alone as I walked down the empty street, and my footsteps echoed. The lamps, yellow-orange, buzzed, and I found myself sighing. My name is Drey DeShyd. I am sixteen, and on my way home from work. I'm late, but I don't care, I know I'm not missed at the place I have to call home. I turned another corner, and walked into a pink faced little girl. Her eyes lit up with both joy and fear. After awhile, she told me about her black tiger cat, Hank, and how he was stuck up in the tree in the yard down the street. I helped her get the cat down, and gave him to her. The girl was suddenly so shy, thanking me quietly. She sa