Mila And Katrina.

As I ran at full speed down the sidewalk, I made out the silhouette of a boy I knew very well.

"Warren, what are you doing here?" I asked curiously.

"..." Warren didn't answer; he just pointed ahead, indicating what he was looking at.

"Could you at least say hello? You are incredibly rude, Warren!" I said as I punched him several times on the arm.

"Yowch!"

"You two are so funny!"

"Hmm?" A strange laugh caught my attention as I continued punching Warren. I turned toward the sound, realizing it came from the same direction Warren was pointing.

On the sidewalk, against the wall of a store, was a boy sitting. He had a big afro and a bright smile.

A beggar? No, impossible: his clothes were not in disrepair but impeccable, just like his radiant smile. However, I noticed that there were two crutches leaning against the wall and a small cardboard sign that read, "Foretell your future."