The boy lay bleeding in the rain. He was sixteen years old. He wore a bright purple silk jacket.
He heard footsteps at the other end of the alley. The man came down the ally. He saw Andy and came toward him.
Did you fall down buddy? You must be as drunk as I am. So long buddy.
Then he walked back down the ally.
A couple came into the ally running from the rain. Andy watched run into the ally laughing.
"You all right? You cut?' said the boy. Andy nodded.He turned to Angela. "Hes a royal, we help him and the guardianswill be after us, and I don't to get mix up with this."
"Let's get out of here, Freddie please!" Freddie stood up. "I'm sorry.'" And together they ran down the ally.
He felt weak and tired. He felt alone and wet.It seemed important to him that he take off the jacket.With great effort he rolled over on his back. He felt the pain tear at him when he moved.Then he rolled away from the jacket and lay still.
Now standing with the cop, she looked at the dead boy on the sidewalk. The cop rose and said, “He‟s dead.”The cop picked up the jacket and turned it over in his hands. “A Royal, Hun?”he said.“His name is Andy.”He took out his black pad. He opened it to a blank page.“A Royal,” he said.Then he began writing.