Thursday, July 17, 2014
There was something about him, the boy who moved in across the street. He was a stranger, yet so familiar. One second I could swear on my life that I'd never seen him before and the next second I feel like I'd known him my entire life. He always catches me staring at him. I would always be the first to look away, avoiding his icy blue eyes. His face was always so stoic. You could never tell what he was thinking or what he was feeling. He never smiled, and he never frowned. It was creepy, in a way.