(James)
Not long after school ended I went home which not surprisingly was empty. Mom was still at the bakery and Dad always worked until late in the night
I had returned home to feed my dog and leave my parents a note before heading out. Timothy was an old friend that lived in the city which was a good distance away. It was a three-hour trip by car. Timothy's house was huge as his family had a lot of money. I couldn't keep myself from looking at the beautiful and lush green lawn littered with many beautiful and exotic flowers as well as marble statues carved to perfection as I walked on the marble-tiled path stones to get to his front door. Ten minutes after ringing the bell the door finally opened. Timothy's dad, a middle-aged man dressed in the most expensive fashion money could afford
"Is there something I can help you with?" He asked
"Timothy's dad, I'm James Taylor, I'm a friend of Timothy's"
