He walked inside his house. All little Jack saw was darkness. he heard mice scurrying across the floor of the beach-side house. Little Jack knew his foster parents were asleep, so he left the desolated house and walked to his neighbors house. His only friend lived there, and he was a foster kid as well as little Jack. His name was Ross. As Jack walked up to the gate of the fence, it swung open, and Ross came running through. The two of them ran down to the beach to start collecting driftwood. They grabbed as much as their arms could carry, then ran the driftwood back to the gate. After, Ross and little Jack went back down to the beach to collect more driftwood. As little Jack waited at the gate, Ross ran into his own dark house, and came out with as much rope and twine as he could carry. Little jack started to align the driftwood, while Ross tied pieces together. As they worked on their creation, little jack knew that what was coming was better than what came before.
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