Class+Short+Story

George, Paul and Ben sat with their feet propped on chairs opposite them. The smells from the city slithered in through an open window, assaulting them with the odor of car exhaust and hobo sweat. Reminding them of one day when they'd ran off on their own in the big city. Time was different then, there wasn't any need for them to run and hide, to keep out of sight. They were something resembling safe, or at least, that was what they'd thought.

Today the smog from the city seemed to be leaving a layer of grime on everything even more so then usual. The boys noticed, but they just assumed that it had something to do with the factories, they never could have guessed what was going on outside of their safe-zone. Even though they tried to guess it never worked, their minds were not creative enough. They are only boys, their minds not developed enough to under stand what adults knew. Yet they still wondered of what it could be. They came up with different things. Maybe the government put something in the air or maybe someone blew something up. Then Paul rose proclaiming his curiosity "let's check it out" he announced. Without the slightest second thought all three boys rose from their perches, and set about finding the various items they'd need if they were to discover the secrets of the city's odd smog. And Ben said like the sissy he is "no lets stay here and wait and see if it clears"as they were gathering the stuff for the voyage.