The Boy With His Eyes to the Ground- Aaron

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When I was seven I used to climb onto my roof from the bedroom window. I guess the idea of being able to be above everyone else amazed me, especially since I was seven and ignored. I did this almost every night and just stared at the stars, or the lights from the city. I liked the stars and the fact that the stars made patterns across the sky.

One night I was sitting on my roof, trying to spot the different constellations, and I saw a boy walking down the street. He had shaggy black hair and a grey hoodie, his eyes were staring at the ground instead of the stars.

"Hey!" I called out. The boy glanced around before finally spotting me.

"Hi! Why are you on a roof?" He asked.

"So I can see the stars!" I replied. He looked up quickly before looking back at me.

"I can see the stars from down here!" He called. I knew you could see the stars from down there, but they were so much better on the roof.

"Yeah but up here I can be closer to the stars!" I told him.

"Why would you want to be closer to the stars?" He asked. Of course, I knew the answer, because when you're closer to the stars your adrenaline picks up and your breath is taken away from the sight. But I was seven so I went with a simpler answer.

"Because...uh, they are pretty!" I responded.

"That's dumb," he said. It didn't bother me as much as it should've, instead, I just smiled and yelled back.

"You're dumb." I laughed. He laughed as well and we ended up laughing for two whole minutes. Then my mom called and I had to rush down from the roof and into my room like I had been in bed for hours. But then the boy was gone and I was back to staring at the stars every night, by myself.

I'm fifteen now, and I never go on my roof, I hardly look at the stars anymore. But longer the nights get the worse I feel, and the stars started to bore me. Maybe that's the problem, the boy is gone and the stars are boring, seems like the worse reason to be upset.

But during one cold night, one of those days where you can see your breath in the air, I was walking down the street and I saw a boy on his roof staring at the stars. He had shaggy black hair and a grey hoodie, and his eyes were staring at the stars instead of the ground. I found him, the boy with his eyes to the ground. 

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