It was a dark stormy night, a baby sat in a wicker basket quietly watching the shadows that the moon cast on the enormas gravel driveway. Suddenly thunder growled as if threatening to let the soaked rain clouds let their water load let loose and get anyone or anything outside wet. However, the child didn't cry, the sweet thing just stayed there quietly watching the leaves on the branches of the trees that lined the long driveway, creating the illusion of driving in a tunnel, move. Soon the pitter-patter sound of large rain droplets hitting the windows of the the large elaborate mansion of the Clark's estate. All of the sudden the mohagany front door to this large mansion was roughly yanked open, reavealing a large blended silhouette of two obnoxious drunk men laughing and singing a song about cats. One of the men leaned up againist the mahogany door while the other began to walk outside mumbling something about needing to get home before the downpour began, suddenly he tripped landing on his face only slightly missing the sweet baby who was now happily laughing at the wonderful surprise of a grown up coming down to talk. The drunken blonde looked up at the young child hearing those sweet innocent coos the cherub was making as if wanting to have a nice long discussion with him.
" Hey Koulle, come look at thisss," the man that just face planted said with a deep slurring voice filled with surprise.
" What is-hic-it-Walter," Koulle replied in between hiccups with an amused voice. Walter slowly got up and tried to pick up the wicker basket without tripping with the fear of dropping the innocent child. The man slowly swayed as he turned around, once fully turned around he began taking short slow steps, to insure that the basket nor the baby would be dropped, towards Koulle. Koulle looked at what Walter was carrying and his eyes filled with shock as they settled on the innocent child, who was still cooing as if having a healthy discussion with the man.
" I think you've got mail," Walter said his voice filled with humor. The baby looked up at Koulle with the sweet dark pine green eyes that the sweet thing had been blessed with.
" Oh man, I know those eyes, she has the eyes of that strange woman that kept me occupied while my wife was away, man, you know I can't keep it, that would give me away," Koulle said freaking out.
" Dude I know but it was at your doorstep, and we can't leave it here, its going to rain so-," as if knowing exactly what Walter was going to say lightning flash through the sky with a loud clap of thunder, in three seconds or less it was down pouring. Walter rushed as fast as he could without tripping. It was almost as if mother nature was waiting for once the baby was past the door, the clouds let their gallons upon gallons of icy cold water follow the ways of gravity.
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Teen FictionQuince Clark has always felt out of place in the dark, cold, rich, cruel life she was born into. At least thats what she thinks till a boy about her age shows up and seems to understand her more than her own mother; however, the boy seems to be foll...
