A Cold Winters Day...Grojband Corney One-ShotWinter-time in Peaceville is what one would describe as bleak, plain, boring, silent. Not one adult nor child roamed the lifeless streets. Not one snowman stood proud against the sidewalks. Windows were slammed shut and the doors had stoppers shoved underneath to prevent frosty draughts from entering the warmed houses. A cold, crisp breeze sliced through the air. It flew through the trees; entwining the somewhat smaller branches, zipped through the neighbourhood and then right by me.I adjusted the beanie on my head, completely oblivious to the cold. My band however,shivered in displeasure. I wonder why.“Core…”I reverted my gaze downward to meet the emerald eyes of a girl about my age. Her fire-truck red hair fell to just below her chin and half was propped up with a bright yellow hair clip. She looked slightly annoyed. I smiled at her sweetly.“Yes, Lanes?”She faltered, and choked a little on her words. I grinned.“Yes?
Mike's Backstory: Part 7Mal groaned and sat up. He touched his shoulder; which had now been tied up in a tight bandage, and winced. It was in agony. The room he awoke in was unlike anything he had ever seen. It was cold, damp and not only was there basically no light, there wasn’t even a single window. Mal raised his hand to his face. It was so blurry. As he rubbed his eyes sluggishly in an attempt to restore sight, he realised that the bang on the head didn’t seem to have done him any good at all.Despite all this, the malevolent one grinned, the eerie smile spreading far across his face. He wasn’t alone in this room. A boy, looking about two years older than him, sat awkwardly on a bed. He stared at Mal quietly, trying to think of reasons as to why a toothpick like him could end up in gaol. He stood and made his way over to the younger teenager and decided to make sure that he knew his place.“Oi! Yeah, you!” He stood before Mal and placed his hands on his hips. Mal eyed the bo