Part 2

The avenue was, ascentually, middle class. His house was the same as everyone elses in the row, the conformity comforted him, but he still wished he had something different, some small rebellion. He looked at the boy with more interest now. He was standing on his lawn, there was going to be two imprints in the grass where his feet had been. 'Ha' he thought to himself, there was his rebellion. No one else in the road had two small indents in there lawn, suck on that number 8. He turned towards number 8 and swore violently at the house. The boy didn't look schocked.