Early one summer evening last year at about 8:00pm, I was walking out of the local store when a kid I know, Nicholas cycled by. As he saw me, he stopped his bike, turned around and came up to me.
Nicholas is a good looking 14 year old with big brown eyes, thick eye brows, full thick pouty lips that belong more on an actress than a boy, slim, tan, and very muscular and is one of those kids that is smiling even when things are not well.
Nicholas approached and greeted me with his usual smile and long story of his plans. Nicholas began by telling me he was going to spend the night at a friends house in the northend of the town. Nicholas said that he and 4 friends were going to sleep in a tent outside.
Nicholas had spent a bit of time at my house before as he cut my lawn weekly and often stopped by to say Hi when he was heading to the local
park which is close to my home.
I told him to stay out of trouble and if he wanted, stop by in the morning so he could cut the lawn and I could make him breakfast. He told me he would come by in the morning as he had all day to do nothing. I watched as he cycled away and he kept looking back and waved goodbye by frantically waving his arms in the air.
I went home and at around 12:30am as I was just about ready to go to bed, my outside automated lights came on. From the living room, I could see the lights come on. I thought it was my neighbor walking her dog, but then a couple of minutes later, they came on again.
I went to the side door and looked out into the driveway. I saw Nicholas looking at the front door. I opened the side door and called out his name. Nicholas came up the walkway and was smiling as usual.
"What are you doing?" I asked him as it was so late
"Well, my friends wanted to go off and bike around and steal, but I did not feel like going so I told them I was heading home."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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