Wyatt Mansfield

The Dog Tag

Quickly Ambrose realized he was in the city park, the same park he usually took on his way back and forth to school. After the yelling match he had with the school principal, the park seemed like a good place to be—a good place to clear his head. The trees were nicely spread out, the grass was a vibrant green and at the moment he could see all of it, even the pond. Never had he been able to see all of the pond, usually there were geese or people, but there was no one. It was really nice, Ambrose didn’t have a thing to worry about and just for a moment he was completely free of worry.