The white snow fell on the ground as the energetic boy ran out his house.
“Lunch will be ready soon!” his mother cried out. The boy smiled, nodding and he hurried to the park. Just as he was near the park, his mother called,
“Come home now,” she spoke through the phone. The boy tried to ask why, but she just kept interrupting him. One of her excuses were “Just come home, your sandwich is ready.” Suddenly, his battery started dying rapidly. His mother’s voice went into a panic. He started to rush home, the boy’s heart in his mouth. He could almost here the news saying this “Murder in Greenwood Park!”