Back in the day, a kid just runaway from his own bed.

Little unknown about

him. The place he lived either, nothing across the way of Alamo sea. Rented
dirty house but oftenly seen walking with his bare feet, following the wind
blows. People seen him as mysterious kid, not silly or kind of stuff like that.
Due to his response towards everyone around him. "Hey kid what are you
doing with that outfit?" A middle aged man as lonely as him asked him like it's
common thing happen. "Just wandering myself off sir. High school's open
season next week and I need some refreshment." "Oh, I see." Like stated
before, talking like a normal short words, so no one dare called him "weird".
But sometimes unnapropiated clothes, ripped, and confusing. Could be more
symphatized rather than that. And this is the narration made by myself. I used
to write since I realized it stimulates my own brain to do so. Now I'm going
nowhere, no matter I looked up to. Pair of shoes is enough for me unless can
run all over the ways. But something really changed this time. Something
maybe crucial.