Creative Writing: An Unforgivable Choice “What's the matter” a girl asked a ragged boy. “Nothing” the brown red-eyed boy answered. “Where's your good behaviour? it's not very polite to lie, I'm sure Santa heard that. Now do you want my help, or not?” the girl tryed again. “I do” the boy said. “My name is Lucinda Wellington Jones, what's yours? ”she asked. ”Jason Lee Coast” he said, and looked up. She was smiling and she had a tiny pixy on her shirt. The train stopped and a ticket collector came in. Jason whispered to Lucinda that he had got to get out off the train, because the man