Prologue
94 Words
Prologue
I used to watch them play in the streets, kick the ball between the cones, and toss their hands in the air. They’d high five, laugh, and stop for ice cream when the truck came around the corner at the same time every Saturday.
They’d sit in the shade, pick at the grass, and tell made-up stories. Sometimes on summer break they’d stay out after dark and play ghost in the graveyard, head for the hills. That was, until they spotted me.
Then they’d scatter. Head for their bikes. Disappear.
Why?
Because I was weird…and weird was scary.
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