7:07 a.m.

02

2:48pm
it turns out i didn't see the boy from the stop for the rest of the day. i never saw him at lunch, or in the halls or on the bus. i started walking home from the bus stop and as I turned the street corner I heard leaves crunch under someone's steady step. i look over and see the boy from the stop making a short cut in between some houses. i look away and keep walking. i wonder where he was all day.
i open my step into my house and drop my bag by the door. then i walk into the kitchen and get some water. i hear my mom on the phone in the living room talking on the phone to a friend of hers, i guess. i walk to my room and change into some sweatpants and a clean t-shirt.
my mom knocks on my door and then walks in, "hey, how was school?" i shrug, "it was school, ya know." she nodded.
"could you do me a favor and take out the trash? its too heavy for me." i laugh a little, "of course, mom."
she smiles, "thank you." and with that she walks out of my room.
i go to the kitchen and grab the heavy trash bag before trudging through the front door. i put the trash bag in the bin and turn around to see the boy from the stop lying in his yard. or what im guessing is his yard.