The midnight visitor [ON HOLD]

Part One

It was 5 minutes after midnight in the 4th rollington street. Darkness and quietness came upon covering the cold, clouded and winded alley, that was barely visible under the distinguished dim light of a street lamp.
The O'neal family resided in a mere house, covered by its bleak white walls swept by the cold winds, and its vacant eye-like windows.
A tarnished, crumbling stairs lead to the large wooden door of the house, where lived the O'neal's and their maid.

Zachariah O'neal was an 18 years old. A sharp, witty, well mannered young man cooming from a poor, simple family.
That gave him enough motive to pave his way to university, as it is his final year in high school, therefore Zachariah found education as a way to escape his situation, in hopes of establishing a better life for him and his beloved family.

Deciding to stay up late in order for him to finish up his cramming for final exams, he found himself sitting in his small desk between a huge stack of books and scattered pieces of paper, for 3 hours ceaselessly. His eyes began to shut down, his neck and body stiffened, as if signaling or begging him to stop. Taking that as a cue, he closed his notebook and headed towards his bed to get some sleep.

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