"Why do you live in a treehouse? So high up?" The young girl asked, twiddling her thumbs behind her back while looking up at the boy in curiosity.
"Cause I like being high up." The boy shrugged, not liking where these questions were going.
"People think that you think that you're better than us." The girl replied in a softer voice so the boy had to strain his ears to hear her.
"I am no better than any of you." The boy sighed after a few seconds of silence. The boy's shoulders dropped and he turned away from the young girl on the ground and returned to his solitude and isolation. The girl sighed quietly in disappointment and turned to leave, but quickly changed her mind.
"I don't think your like them. The others. Your nicer." She said loud and clear so the boy could hear and then she quickly ran off, back into the woods from whence she came. Only to come back the next day...
a/n bit longer than usual, oh well.
