The stars were out shining in the blackness of the night brimming with such color you would feel it on your skin. The trees were lush with their bright green and beautiful leaves that sway back and forth in the smooth cold yet warm breeze. The birds chirped, the bugs sang and the animals growled their groaning of annoyance as they tried to catch their prey. The buildings were tall with some of different colors like grey, black and sometimes red with other shades etc. In a small town not far from a city called "Hankterville" a small circle of houses with others stretched across the large lake called "Ckimptin lake." This circle of houses had medium sized land where the grass was green and the flowers were blooming. There a white and black house stood. It was tall and well built with its triangular roof like design. The house was surrounded by other houses in a circular arrangement. There were about 9 houses that made the circle. The first six made the curve while the other three made the other curve to make the formation.
Now there where were two houses that sat side by side. It was a family of four and if you looked at it from a ground view they almost looked identical but slightly different. They both had red bricks that stopped at a part of the houses where it looked like a pattern where each part was trying to overcome the other, it basically looked like waves overlapping each other. Now, this neighborhood is usually peaceful, but not busy. One of the two houses had a large wide open spot where people could look out from the inside through a window with a square like design. However the other house didn't have that. These two buildings were next to each other, the left one was right to the other one and the right one was left to the other. The right house had an inside garage while the other had a car port.
Inisde the second house it was quiet and dead. The sound of heavy footsteps were loud and emit echoed through the house. A man wearing all black was inside. His face covered in a thick ski mask. A women sat on a light brown couch. A small hole in the back of her head. A bullet hole to be precise. This was a robbery gone wrong. The man in black then began to quickly move around the house, grabbing anything of value and trying escape quickly. The house inside was simple yet a little stylish. The man quickly made his way towards the bathrooms then a bedroom.
Under a bed inside a closed room a boy lay. Shaking and crying softly to himself.