I was in the fifth grade when a kid by the name of Zane Johnson came and sat next to me on the playground. I was younger and smaller than the rest of the kids cause I had skipped three grades because they weren’t challenging for me. I was seven and everyone else was ten or eleven. I had a hard time trying to make friends so I kept to myself. I always had this spot by the building where I would go to sit and read or watch the other kids play tag or swing.
Zane took me by surprise. At first I thought he was going to beat me up or something.
He sat next to me and sat there for a minute. I stayed quiet and wiggled a couple of inches away.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to talk to you is that ok?”
I looked at him and I saw something in his eyes. I didn’t know what it was. It probably would've scared any other person but I wasn’t intimidated. He had very deep blue eyes. He wasn’t very big but bigger than me, much bigger than me. A piece of his long brown hair fell into his eyes as he looked at me.
“ I’ve watched you for a while now. Everyday. Everyday you come and sit here and watch them.”
“Watch who?” I ask him as he looks from the me to the other kids and to his hands.
“It took me awhile to figure it out. But, I’m not stupid. I only pretend to be. You watch Mark.”
I looked towards the playground as a couple of girls screamed and ran as a boy not much older than I chased them. He was the son of billionaire Bruce Wayne. He had one brown eye and one blue eye, shaggy light brown hair and freckles all over his face. He was only two years older than me because he had skipped one grade. There was something about him that was interesting.The way he acted reminded me of someone.
“Dylan.”
I looked to the girls that Mark had scared off to find Dylan being... well Dylan. He was acting like he was cool, leaning up against a pole and... he fell. Dylan was a dark brown haired boy that had blue eyes. He was Mark’s best friend, but they were more like brothers cause Robin Blake, his dad, lives with Bruce and Mark.
“ You also watch me. I catch you every once in awhile watching me. Why me? Why us?”
I turned and looked at him.
“ I don’t know. I watch. Stay quiet. Stay by myself. Its the same for Mark and Dylan.“ I lied.
He stood up, brushed his pants off, looked down at me and said “ I know who he is... your father. I won’t tell anyone I swear.” and walked off. I always remember that. Zane died later that week in a car accident. The person who hit his mothers car,killed the both of them and walked off without a scratch because they never found him.The whole story felt wrong.
I really didn’t know what to think I had just met this guy and yet it felt like I’ve known him all my life. They cancelled school the next day, so I spent the next day thinking did he do this to protect me, did I do this or was it an accident.I sat there for the entire day staring out the living room window of our house.Watching cars drive by, telling myself they don’t even know, they don’t. They don’t know how good they have it.
