"Wait Mike," little Vic called out.
"Come on Vic, they said they saw him!" little Mike yelled. Both little boys were rushing over to their warm home, running in the snow that made look like bunnies hopping around. Now their ultimate goal was to see 'him'.
"Mike they could have been lying to us!" Vic called from way out back. Even though little Vic didn't believe what had been said at school, he still rushed his way through the thick snow and finally, they were home.
Both little boys were panting hard and looking around. You could see the little breathes spilling from their mouths in the forms of tiny clouds. They searched and in their childish minds they felt anxious to see what they were in search of. Only the children of the neighborhood understood. Their language was in codes, you see.
"So where is he?" Little Mike questioned.
"I don't know, I don't care about him," little Vic answered. Both were trying to catch their breaths, and answered in small sentences.
"What do you mean Vic? You always ask for him with mommy and you rushed here just to see him," little Mike questioned. Both were just children, but ha strange mentalities. Answering in different ways than the normal child would answer.
"I...I, just wanted to see if it was true!" the little boy exclaimed. His brother had just put him on the spot, pointing out the fact that his pride was trying I get the best of him.
All the little children in the town knew what they were talking about. They wanted to see 'him'. Yes, you see 'he' wasn't just anybody. 'He' was the strange boy who lived next door. And the little brothers had the honor as the neighbors of 'him' to tell the town children about 'him'
Little did the town children know, that the adults already knew 'Him'. Little Kellin watched as all the little kids o town played in the snow, but all he could do was silently watch from the attic, where his mother kept him, all for the sake of his safety and, secretly, his health. His mother hid him not only from the dangers of the world but also the dangerous father little Kellin had.
But for now all Kellin could do was watch. Watch as the children of the town only referred to him as 'the boy' or 'him'. But he studies one thing, the lives of the brothers next door.
Little Vic and little Mike.
Now the two brothers walked into the house disappointed.
"Oh boys, you're home," Mommy Vivian greeted. They walked past her as if she was just a sheet of paper floating in the wind.
"Boys!" She exclaimed. Both of the tiny figures jumped in fight and turned to their concerned mother.
They both rushed to her and greeted her with a kiss.
"So boys, what's with the pout?" She questioned.
"Well, Tony said his mom saw 'the boy' today, and we didn't get to see him," little Mike claimed. Mike always believed Tony, and when Tony informed Mike about 'his' appearance, he didn't think twice before rushing home to see.
Mommy Vivian sighed, and held in the secret that all the housewives of the town knew. The child next door wasn't to be seen by the world and only by his mother. That the yelling in that household; was that of an abused woman. But all the housewives could do was tell the little children the house was haunted.
"Well, maybe next time boys!" The mother said contently, just so she wouldn't see her beloved children with sad or pouting faces.
"Hey Vic," Little Mike yelled. Little Vic once again jumped from the fright of loud noises. He turned to his younger brother who had a big smile.
"Vic, let's go play and see if we can build a snowman big enough to see the other side of the fence!" Mike yelled and ran to his side and grabbed his arm. Vic smiled and held his little brother's also small hand. With their mittens on their fingers hadn't suffered as much from the snowballs they had made during the lunch break at school.
