He is alone. Just like he always has been. If you look at him, watch him, you may think to yourself this boy needs help, guidance, love, friendship, whatever you may think. But if you actually took the time to know him all he would say to you is “Fuck off please.” He wouldn’t even say that in an angry tone or anything just simply say those words with little emotion at all. He loves to sit in that tree. The large tree with the one thick, mossy, old stump coming out from its side. It’s a very large tree, its leaves covering the ground in shade, not letting a bit of sunlight through. He goes there every day, with his apple in hand and sits in the tree. Sometimes in the morning, sometimes at night. Sometimes during the sunrise and even sometimes during the sunset. No one is every with him, and no one every tries. He doesn’t talk to anything while sitting there or look at any specific thing. He doesn’t listen to music or sleep. He simply sits, just staring out into the world. Who knows what he sees or how he sees it but we all wonder. Everyone wonders about Gray. He goes to school and barely passes, but if you ask him any question he’ll have the answer. Most days he is asked out by at least one girl, but every time he just shrugs them away and eats his apple. No one understands him, but everyone wonders about gray. Many see him in the alleys getting “the shit kicked out of him” as most say. They see it all the time, but never do anything. His face is tattooed with a bruise or a cut, but even so even the way he looks is intriguing. His look is almost has wondrous as the way he lives. He is always slouched, his hair long and messy and in his face. He never wears shorts no matter how hot, mostly even long sleeve shirts. His eyes are rarely seen but when they are shown to some all that can be said is nothing. His eyes tell nothing, they are calm not showing any emotion to greatly over another; they are just like him, seemingly passing through this life with no true goal. But what everyone wonders the most is his apple. His bright green apple that always sits in his right hand. No one has ever seen him without one and it is always green. No one knows what it’s for, if it’s just a fruit he likes very much or a symbol from something in his past that could unlock many things about him. He is an odd boy, that is all alone and truly seems to like it that way, and normally I wouldn’t even write about something like a teenage boy in the town I live in but I am because of what happened today that caught my mind into a swirl of confusion and I don’t know how to escape. Today as the sun was setting and the red glow shined off of Gray’s hair and his green apple a small boy, just about eleven or twelve walked up to that tree, looked up at gray who didn’t even seem to notice, climbed up that huge stump gray sits on, and the boy just sat next to him. Everyone seemed to be watching the two as they sat to find nothing happening. They both just sat there looking off in the same direction, never looking at each other or speaking a word. The boy’s name is Noah, he is a average young boy, with friends and going to school. He plays some sports, has a great family in the town. And that’s what everyone was really confused about, was how a boy like Noah, so normal and like us all would even approach Gray. And now even I have caught myself wondering about Gray.
