"What are you looking at you stupid clown." A boy with brown hair said as he wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. The clown did not say anything at first before he pulled out a handkerchief from his back pocket and held it out for the boy to take.
"Here take this." Said the clown, but the boy slapped the hand away.
"I don't need it." The boy said as he lifted himself off the ground and looked at the clown that was now staring at his hand. The clown lifted his hand towards the boy and he flinched, scurrying backward trying to move away but the clown just laid a hand on the top of his head.
"What happened to your arm?" The clown asked, looking at the arm that was wrapped in a poorly wrapped bandage.
"Nothing." The boy said.
"My name is Mana Walker, what is your name?" The clown asked.
"What does it matter to you." The boy spat out, glaring at the clown.
"Then how about Allen then?" Mana asked and Allen looked at Neah surprised.
"You can't just decide that on your own, you crazy clown," Allen yelled.
"But you did not give me your name."MAna said, "Now come on, Allen. It is about to snow." Holding his hand back out to Allen, who hesitated for a moment before taking the hand that was offered to him.