Friday, May 4, 2012

the stranger

The new kid stood near the water's edge. Observing. Taking it all in. Trying to figure out who's who, what's what, and where is where. And how exactly he was meant to fit in. Here. In his new town.

He flicked his head to make his perfectly perfect longer than short, but shorter than long hair set in place. Justin Bieber style. Swooshed it to one side. Then he reached up, using the fingertips on his right hand, to push any stray strands into place. And finally, smashing it all down with his favorite cap. His boxer exposing khaki-colored jeans and bare feet moved to the groove, as he tapped his Dubstepping sand-covered toes. Tapping to the electric beat dancing in his ears.

"Who is that beautiful stranger?" the 12 year old girl said to her 12 year old friend, as they lounged nearby. Then they giggled. With enthusiasm.

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