That kid across the street on the porch has been sitting there all day. Sitting and just staring at my house.
Such a penetrating gaze. It's like sharks with laser beams.
He just sits there and doesn't move. Stupid kid must be disabled or something to sit like that and not move. Gotta be. Gotta be a disabled kid.
Or maybe not a kid, maybe not a human at all but some harbinger of doom, a specter set to judge me and execute me because it knows what I did last summer. Which sucks because I totally thought I got away with that.
It could be a harbinger of doom. Or a disabled kid. Or maybe it's just a folded up rug. I can't really tell. I have fairly poor vision.
That kid across the street on the porch . . . eh.