Katlyn shivered. It was a cold night - too cold, infact. Where could her mother be, if she wasn’t with her thirteen year old daughter on this brittle night? Katlyn didn’t know. All she knew was that she was sitting by an icy cobblestone wall, wondering what her mother could be doing. Katlyn got up and stretched, peering through the bar window at the clock which read 2:56 in the morning. Katlyn headed down the sidewalk - her town’s sidewalk was wooden, as in 1924 they couldn’t afford paved ones. Her big boots made loud noises on the clanky sidewalk, and she tried her best to be quiet when crossing in front of the police station.
yeah so that's the beginning of my story whadda ya think
