Calum

He sat at his window sill in a black sweater and skinny jeans. A simple grey beanie covered his fluffy black hair. A pout formed on his lips as he looked out the window. His deep brown eyes were in a trance with the clouds. I had lived next door to him since I was 8. Though I barely spoke a word to the boy, I knew so much about him. I remember the first time I saw him, he gave me a toothless grin. He was 9 and was missing his 2 front teeth. He had fallen out of a tree and smacked his head on the ground, causing his teeth to fall out. I was 8 and had no clue of how my life would turn out. He was different now though, the boy next door. He didn't even smile anymore. He wasn't himself. He wasn't Calum.