The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door

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I'm Aaomi Suto, and I live on Cherry Road. I call it Cherry Tree Lane, because of that beautiful Cherry Trees. the petals are beautiful. They fall all the time but its one of the Prettiest thing I've ever seen. I guess I'm not the only one who thinks that. |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| it was a beautiful day today. I was staring at the Trees til I noticed a moving truck come down the street and go to the House next door. See the people their moved because their son died from hanging himself from that very tree just outside. It was during the Night so no one noticed. I guess they couldn't take the depression. I couldn't help but watch as they pulled into their drive way. the mother, I think, was so pretty that it was blinding. And the boy who came out seemed like he didn't like it here. he had his hood up and hands in his pants pockets. I could barely see his face. I guess I was staring because he looked up. +++++++++++++ Enjoy! Love you <3
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