The French Men
BY MICHKAYLA APPLEGATE
I
t was a chilly evening, and the cold wind
blew gently down the small street. Allise
gripped the collar of her coat just a little
tighter. Her steps were quick. Her shoulder elbowed an elderly gentleman.
“Hey, watch where you’re going, lass!” he
said with a firm voice.
“Sorry sir!” Allise replied. She didn't even
look back; her mind was somewhere else. All
she could think about was her brother, Collin,
whom she hadn’t s Y[