She was older now... old enough to be able to drive, talk, socialize, enjoying teenage years. But she still had the imagination she had when she was young, she never shared her imagination talents with anyone or even spoke of them.
She would sometimes when she's babysitting play with the kids and stretch their imaginations but she never saw anyone with as big as imagination as hers Intill one day she met a boy her age at school.
He didn't show his imagination in public either but when he was "alone" he would play by him self and climb on the play ground looking like he's talking to someone when he's really talking to himself.
She would spy on him, dream of being next to him, dream of talking to him even just one word. she would turn away to look somewhere random when ever he looked her way and then she would go back to spying on him.
She knew exactly where he lived, right a crossed the street from her.
Her parents told her about him when he moved in last summer and they went over to say hi but nobody answered the door.
