by Unashamed » Sun Feb 03, 2013 3:41 pm
Abby
I hear a commotion nearby, and walk over to an alley. I see a boy fighting with a girl, and then look to see what looks as though it might have been a guitar, smashed. I shift my own guitar to my other shoulder, knowing the rage that the older boy might be feeling, after losing something like that. I lean against the wall quietly, not wanting to interrupt.