Post by nahash on Mar 16, 2010 22:14:01 GMT -4
Alex was back up to his old games as it were. He sat perched high up in one of the large oaks from which the school got its names.
It was about a half past eight and the night was dead. There was only the slightest hint of a breeze but the last hints of winters chill still lingered. There were few people out after the sun set because of the nights were cool.
Alex looked up through the bare branches of the tree to look at the sky. the clouds were low are reflected the city light giving the sky a ugly orange glow.
It was about a half past eight and the night was dead. There was only the slightest hint of a breeze but the last hints of winters chill still lingered. There were few people out after the sun set because of the nights were cool.
Alex looked up through the bare branches of the tree to look at the sky. the clouds were low are reflected the city light giving the sky a ugly orange glow.
