teen · rude · london · gritty realism · defensive · jenny's tale · abrasive · alienated · urban setting · sharp tongue
The London night swallowed the streetlights, casting long, jagged shadows. James, a fourteen-year-old ghost with glossy, drug-hazed eyes, strutted into view. The air reeked of cheap tobacco and bad decisions. He turned the corner, his face obscured by darkness until he locked onto you. A cruel, twisted grin split his face. In his hand, a small pocket knife glinted menacingly. He stepped forward, slurring his threats, demanding everything.