We sit down in the center of the barn thinking of ideas on how to get more people to help us.
"We could start with young children. They are the ones that need the most help and we can build up our plan from there." I suggest and Dylan nods in agreement.
"Ok. That sounds good. We can rest up a bit before we go and get started. We are going to need all the energy we can get." I nod my head and silently go to the corner where I lay down to take a short nap. I think of all the little kids on the streets, most of them barely five years old. I remember the young girl getting beaten by a whole group of teenagers. As these thoughts go through my mind, I start to get scared. What happens if we don't succeed? What if we just make things worse? Pushing the thoughts aside, I drift off to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
The city
Short StoryKyla Rosewood is alone and always has been. She left her parents when she was 5 years old after they had abused her in more ways than one. The city she lives in is corrupted and nobody cares for anyone. That is until one day a strange boy saves her...
