I saw a boy across sitting all alone on the other end of the park. He looked so lost and sad, so I decided to go and comfort him.
"Hello," I said walking up to him, I held out my hand.
He tentatively took it and shook it, looking at me confused. "Hi."
"I'm Ginny," I plopped down beside him, "What's your name."
"Harry," he answered, as he watched me.
"Where are your family?" I asked him, looking around, and realizing that there was no one with him.
He shrugged and replied, "They'll be back."
I opened my mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by someone shouting. "BOY!
He suddenly looked skittish and jumped up. "Bye," he said hurriedly before rushing off.
I watched him go sadly, but I knew I would see him again.