"Mom I am going to take max for a walk" i shout. "Okay" mother says back.
I run with max to the school and back everyday. Hoping to see him here.
This kid I know nothing about. He has never seen me. But when he comes he usually is in a bad mood.
He knocks over the garbage cans. He punches the hard, old crummy wall. He screams on the top of his lungs in anger. Or he will just kick a soccer ball around.
For whatever reason I want to whatever I can to help him. I don't know if he ever realized me before.
I wonder what gets him so angry. Why does he come here to the school? I hope he's okay.
After about an hour sitting on the bench behind the school just relaxing and thinking I decide he isn't coming today so I come home.
So many things enter my mind. Why do I have like an obsession with him?
I know nothing about him.
Why do I want to help him so much? I don't understand.
When I get home it is around 8:30 at night so i just decide to watch a movie and hope to fall asleep.
When I wake up it is 5:00 am. It is so early school doesn't start till 10:00. I decide to get changed and take a quick jog.
When I get to the school I see a bike. I quickly run to the back of the school.
There he is. That boy. Somethings wrong. He isn't screaming or do ling anything. I walk over to him.
As i get closer i see the damaged boy is crying. I don't know why but again i just want to help this damaged sweet boy.
I walk over to him. "Are you okay?" I ask nervously. Hoping for an answer.
"No." He replies in almost a whisper
