She played in rectangular court yard, all by her lonesome.
And then he walked out of the bushes, and touched her on her shoulder
Chills ran down her spine being chased by his breath.
She turned to face him, and he stood there was his own aura
She walked a few steps away from him, and turned to see if he was still behind her.
He stood in his same place, staring at her, he then looked to the sky, and starting walking in opposite direction.
She screamed don’t leave me, as he continued to walk.
She ran after him, but he disappeared in the bushes, of which he came from.
She ran back to her book in the middle of the courtyard, and said he would be perfect for the lead character in my story. I will name him D’Angelo.