Insane

Boy

But not everyone seemed as excited as I was. No one even paid a second of attention to him. So, I went up to buy something from who I suppose is his farther. As I paid for all the greens, I asked the man whether they were new in town or not. His face grimaced in a frown. Then he told me he was just alone and not with someone. "But, what about the boy next to you?" I asked. The man turned to where the other stood. But he saw nothing. Was he too, playing me? Or was it really my imagination like everyone always tells. I took a step towards the boy, drenched in curiosity. Afraid of what would happen, I whispered my sentences to him. And he turned! Eventually after gazing at me for who knows how long, his lips finally moved. I went to take my right proven from the elder, but he stared at me like I was insane. He still saw no one. Fear took me over, as I ran away from the stall as fas as possible.

The next day I came back. The boy was still there. I went up to him once again to talk. And once again it worked. But also the disgusted stares were there, once again. This went on for weeks. Those weeks turned into months. Eventually after a year, the boy was my best friend. I've never known his name, but it excites me every time I'm able to talk to him again. Once he even brought his friends with him. And they appeared next to him more often. Until his friends became mine too. Of course people in town never saw them. The stares became more intense and appeared more often. They were really thinking I was insane.