There is always a girl that goes back and forth in the sky. Everyone down the street sees her, even the ones at the end of the street know that it's her again up though she looks like a dot.
"There she goes again, up at the wires."
"Don't her parents know that she's up there?"
"No, not yet anyway."
"Oh."
Other people just drink their coffee or tea and either go to work, back to sleep, watch television or just look out the window until she climbs down the the pole.
There she is, flying, going back and forth as the sun rises.
"It is five in the morning, I'm worried."
"Don't worry honey it is only a phase, she will get out of it soon."
"I hope so."
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Just A... (Temp. Title)
General FictionThe people that live down her street knows that she always climbs the wooden poles and walks on those long wires for an hour. She never gets caught and the neighbors thought it was just a phase. As she's up on the wires one day a boy accidently thro...
