ON HOLD Was 'The boy who cried sheep' ----- Snap! Rustle! Pants echoed from outside my window. I stopped my crying instantly, leaving me with numb snuffles. There he went again. For the past 6 weeks he had made his way through the deciduous forest outside my bedroom window. This stranger who clouded my thoughts with curiosity in every class. How deep did he venture? Why does he always storm off with his shoulders in rage as he smashes the branches aside? He is known as the schools hot yet dark kid, gang member? Emo? I don't know, nor do I care. But I think I'll find out soon enough. How bad could it be? I mean I practically grew up next to the forest...
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