The Boy In The Tree House |h.s|

The Boy In The Tree House |h.s|

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"Why do you live in a tree house? So high up?" The young girl asked, twiddling her thumbs behind her back while look up at the in curiosity. "Cause I like being high up." The boy shrugged, not liking where these questions are going. "People think that you think that you are better than us." The girl replied in a softer voice so the boy had to strain his ears to hear her. " I am no better than anyone of you." The boy sighed after a few seconds of silence. The boy's shoulders dropped and he turned away from the young girl on the ground and returned to his solitude and isolation. The girl sighed quietly in disappointment and turned to leave, but quickly changed her mind. " I don't think you're like them. The others. Your nicer." She said loud and clear so the boy could hear her and then she quickly ran off , back into the woods whence she came. Only to come back the next day...and the next, and the next then it just stopped.
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