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 who came in c