Traumas: A Narrative Fiction

On a rainy, cold day in April, there was a little, short, dark haired boy walking from his old grandma’s tiny house. His name was Nicholas. He had a small piece of warm, fresh bread in his tiny little hand. All of a sudden a black, skinny, wet dog brought his attention. The dog was named Maya, she lived around the poor neighborhood. Maya was a young puppy that didn’t have it’s owner. She was always hungry, cold, and sad. People around the old neighborhood couldn’t help her in any way; they were looking for food and warmth themselves, they were also very cold-hearted people because of what they have been through. Nicholas was a very tiny, poor, skinny boy with a very big and warm heart. He was overprotective about everything. He looked at