The first time I saw him, I was only 10 years old. I was in the backyard, playing with mum and Tami, my best friend, and we were arguing over who would get the pink fairy wings, and who would get the purple. We both wanted the pink, as we both hated the thought of wearing purple. Finally, mum cut in, and the wings away. I stormed off in a huff, and sat in the corner of my yard, refusing to look at Tami.
And that's when I noticed the eyes.
Two blue eyes peirced the gray of our old fence, and before i could blink, they were gone. I ran outside, looking for him, but i couldn't find him.
The next day he came back, with pink pipe cleaners and pink ribbon, glanced to see if anyone was watching and jumped over our fence into our yard. He scrambled up our tree, jumping up the branches like a ninja.
Then he climbed down, pipecleaners and ribbon gone, and turned looked around the yard once again, and surried off.
As soon as he were gone, I ran up to the tree, and saw it. He had made a set of fairy wings for me, and as bent and as messy as it looked, I thought it was beautiful.
Ribbon had been twirled around the flimsy pipecleaners, twisted at the ends so it didn't fall off. The pipecleaners clung to the ribbon for dear life, and it was all pink. Multiple threads of lace, hung off it, and swept in the breeze as I hung them from my back.
It was the first day i saw him, but the last I saw my mother.
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The Boy with No Name
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