The only thing the substitute teacher told me was where to sit. He pointed to a seat close to door just in case I wanted to run out. The walk to the seat seemed eternal. I finally sat next to him. He was a little chubby and he was tall. Not the best looking kid but he was OK. I didn't talk the whole day but I heard what he would say. He was talented with words but to put them down on paper didn't help him.
He finally decide to talk to me.
"Hey, what's you're name?" he said.
I told him my name and he asked me random questions. When I headed home he was walking the same way as me. I was confused wondering if he was following me. Then I realized he was my neighbor.
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The boy next door
RandomMy first story well more like an experiment. A shadow that never leaves and haunts her with love.
