As the boy stood by the tree, his dark black hair was short and thick it flickers in the wind. He leaned against the tree and pulled out his Hunger Games book from within his black school bag. He taps his brand new blue converse shoes as he continues reading. His white sweater laid on the floor by his black school bag. As he flips through the pages of his book his fingernails were recently cut and cleaned. His eyes widen as the book gets intense and dramatic. When before he knew it was getting dark out and had to go home.
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