A freezing night in London it has to be said. Ben sat down a one of the cold seats in Kennsiginton Gardens. "Coooold" he said. "Dont be such a wuss" the homeless person replied. Ellen was her name and she looked up as she realised he was sitting on her legs. "For god's sake, get off my legs" she squawked. "God, phah, what use is he?" said Ben as he jumped up. Holiday season was approaching and he hated it. "I dont belive in all that hanky panky, Christmas is shit" he groaned. Jesus frowned and cried. Kennsington Gardens is a small park with large box trees on one side and a tube station on the other. London is very much like that, pretty places which feel isolated, but they're not. Morning was fast approaching and Ellen was trying to get to sleep, Ben just sat up and tried not to disturb her. Nothing could be worse than this. Out of his house and onto the streets, it really wasn't fair. Prince Charles would have something to say about him sleeping in his back yard. Queenie wouldn't be happy either. Regents Park is worst for the homeless, they have a ranger there and he's a meanine. Sam her name is and she is always out at night trying to ruin people's lives. "This won't do" she says, and then she ejects people from her precious park. Umberellas started to go up in Kennsington when the rain fell from the sky, this made it even colder as Ben's arms began to feel the cold. "Very unfair" he thought. "Why tonight? Just when I dont need it". "Xylaphonic elephants" he said, Ben didn't belive in swearing when it wasnt need it. York seemed so far away, further than he wished to think about. Zoo.

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