does anyonne else see him. they've got to. he's not like a ghost or anyhting. hes so mysterious though.
i'm in middle school. you know the age where people start skipping school. now it may seem normal to see the same kid doing this action 3 times in a row. but not him. he doesnt really talk. he smiles rarely. and it seems as if he can see through my soul.
the first time i saw him was leaving from electives he passed by me. 5'7 just about. navy sweater. cacky pants. and a red bookbag. he had his hands tucked tightly in his fron pant pockets. they stayed there. his hair brown. deep dark brown eyes.
he looked at me and the whole world slowwed down. i couldnt help but stare and neither could he. as he stared i felt like he looked at me as if he's known me forever. same looking at him. it gave me goose bumps and chills. when he finally passed i turned around and relized he was skipping.
it was quite normal to see a child skipping school. but he, he was different. and he knows i saw him. he had not a care in the world.
i wanted to know him.
a couple days later our school had a football game. and who did i see? red bookbag biy. why do i call him that? well simply because i dont know his name.
he looked at me. stared. i was to afraid to stare back. he knows i saw him skip and it was as if i could read him through his eyes. and he could read me.
i went home that night and couldnt comprehend what had happened. all thats i could think of is that he just a normal bad boy who skips class every now and then. but no he just seemed different. just not the typical teenage boy. like his story went deeper than skipping school, smoking weed, typical bad boy things. i needed to know his story. but i first needed to know his name.
he had the look as if his name was christian or chris. something sweet and humble. i read him off as a sweet guy. lovable. loving kind. but a bit of edge. at lw\east thats what i pictured him as. but i needed to find out before i just jump to conclusions.
i started thinking about him and everything going on. and i thought. where is he going? why is he going? does he really have a reason or does he just not want to be in school?
the next week was our class feildtrip. i was so excited. that was until i looked to my left. there he was. again-. i looked and stared. he had his red bookbag on. and was sneaing out through the back of the track through the gate into the woods and past the elementry school. i looked to my right and saw an officer and the principal watching. they couldnt see his face to tell who he was. but i knew.
i would never tell them though. because if someone told. he would probably figure out who it was. and that wouldnt help myself at all. then i would never get him to talk to me. so i just kept on walking and caught up with my friends on the bus. red bookbag boy was on my mind the whole time.
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