Aunt Lily is sleeping. This is my chance.
I peer into her dark bedroom. Amid the clothes on the floor, there was Aunt Lily, sleeping on her bed. I suppose it's her naptime right now…
I pop a piece of Belgium chocolate in my mouth and head out the door into the setting sun. No, I was not trying to run away. If I did, I would have shoes on. Derbyshire is beautiful, with roofs pointing to the sun and people walking around, unaware that a small and strange little boy is walking out of his house, unattended. Even if they did notice, they wouldn't be concerned. Who would?
I sit down in the alleyway, resting. I didn't want to be in the way of other people around me.
After some peace and harmony, I hear a noise.
Rustle rustle
I stand up immediately, prepared to defend myself with my Capoeira Moves. I taught myself those from a book I read in a library.
Rustle
He who attacks first always wins. Owen's words to the wise appears in my mind.
I head to the place where the noise came from, and kicked the pile of cardboard.
"Hey! Hey, watch it!" A small boy about my age pops his head up from a pile of unfolded cardboard boxes. "This is my place, not yours!"
"I-I apologize." I was surprised, my eyes were wide. I walked backwards."I will just leave."
The boy I encountered had black hair like mine. It wasn't as spiky, but it was similar. It almost reached his eyes, but it wasn't quite there yet. I wasn't close enough to see his eyes.
"No, don't." The boy didn't leave his place, and kept his distance. "I want to get to know you more."
I am puzzled. "But I don't know you. How do I know I can trust you?" This boy is cunning, but that's how I see everyone around me these days, however.
The boy smirks. "Well I trust you. Good enough?"
I am very frustrated. "No, that is not good enough." My voice is raised. I barely raise my voice, because there is no reason to. However, since I'm losing to this kid, what else could I do?
He sighs. "Well what's your name?"
I pause. "L."
"The letter, or 'Elle'?"
I am surprised. No one has ever asked me if it was the letter. They always have assumed it was 'Elle'. "The letter."
He smiles. "That's a strange name, but not as strange as mine!"
"What is it?" I ask, placing my thumb on my bottom lip in thought.
The boy climbs out of his cardboard kingdom, and comes closer to me. We are the same height, but I feel slightly ...taller than him. As if I was more superior. He smiles, and licks a red substance off his ring finger. Jam?
His red eyes shine in the light of the setting sun. "My name is Beyond Birthday, nice to meet you."