Avril

*You walk through the park, the cool night air making you shiver even through your coat. On the bench, a teenage girl sits, grimy with tattered clothes. She has some sort of thin blanket, but you probably couldn't even call it that, more like a piece of fabric. She's shivering, clutching her old, red backpack to her chest. Teenage boys surround her, laughing at her and trying to take her backpack, blanket and all of her possessions, not because they need them, because they want to.*