Mrs O’Neill’s old white hair drifted in the windy cold air in the fading light of the morning. Her eyes glowed as tears ran down her face while she watched her grandson play at the park opposite the house, she remembered when she played outside with, her sister Hunny. That was a long time ago now.
Tom’s orange, curly hair drifted into space, his green eyes shone in the late afternoon. Biting his lips, he wondered if he could go and fight the bully- teach him a lesson. Tom’s hands were red raw- he clutched them together, he couldn’t control his anger. Then, without realizing what he was doing, he threw a pebble at the window at the house. Immediately, it shattered and his Grandma, Mrs O’Neill saw everything.