The stranger (Introduction)

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I don't even hear what she says anymore. All I can concentrate on, is the stranger standing outside.
He looks weirdly interesting, carrying a huge piece of wood in his covered hands.
He lets it down, leaning it on the brickwall and wiping the sweat off his forehead.
His black shirt clinging to his toned body while his eyes look straight into the sun that is burning down on him.

Nibbling on my pencil I wonder what color his eyes are, what his name is, how old he is, if he sometimes sees me too.
I can feel the teachers eyes burning down on me, probably wondering what I am doing, staring out of the window in the middle of her class. To be honest, I don't care. I have cared for far too long to actually still think about what she might think of me. After all I have already gotten the good marks I need for passing this class.
I was still looking out, seeing him make his way down from the uncovered roof.
Bye stranger.
See you tomorrow.  




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