"Please have it." The old man pleaded. "I'm sorry I can't have it." I look at the old man then back to the bus stop then to the coin. He insisted and held it out. "Please?" He said like it was something that should mean a lot to me. ~ I stare at the beautiful silver coin with a wolf looking at the moon and on the other side a pair of angel like wings. "Alright sir." I sigh. Then I realized that the bus had already stopped and pulled away quickly. I curse under my breath and walk home. ~ The next day I was in the music room playing one of the songs I wrote. I herd the door creak open, but thinking it was my teacher I kept on playing. "You play beautifully." A smooth male teenage voice says behind me. I jump up to see...him.
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