Mikhail Pierce

Benny stood outside as he embraced a brown raccoon. His auburn hair shone like copper underneath the sun, the dark circles beneath his brown eyes gave him his own reddish-brown raccoon appearance, despite the nice clothing he wore today. He was waiting to go to the movies with a friend. He stood closer to the tree lining than the road, because he didn't like how loud the cars were. Though his expression was apathetic, he had been practicing facial expressions for many months now. "Late..."