It was a cold snowy December evening a few days away from Christmas morning. Everyone was rushing around buying last minute presents at the corner stores with the traffic bustling on the roads. Everyone seemed to be in hurry. Only a few people were walking in the streets enjoying the cold weather with their loved ones. Down one of the alleys there was a young girl who looked about the age of 16 walking in the cold all by herself. She looked as though she had been by herself for a while now. She had no shoes on, because one of them had been stolen and the other had been lost while running from an ice storm that had happened just a few days ago. She held a match box tight in her hands, holding on to it as if it were going to disintegrate if she let it go.
She made it out of the alley way and on to the street, but she didn't feel at home on the streets, with the glow of every store shinning in your face, and the car horns honking in the rush hour traffic. She walked back into the alley and sat down looking up at the tall buildings which made the alley way. She sat there for about five minutes, waiting for something she didn't know what, but something.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a light. Thinking it was a cop she sprung from her sitting position and was about to run when she heard, "Wow there young lady. No need to run, I am here to help you." She turned around seeing an old man with a long beard standing in the dark alley way with a flash light.
"If you would come with me I have a safe place for you to stay." said the old man. She hesitantly followed the man to his car.
"What's your name, child?" the man asked.
"Clara. Whats yours?" she responded.
"Nick. Call me, Nick."
