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The y ac tual ly looked  a  little too smal l for hi m, becau se hi s an kles were sho wing.

                Bu t he  was  skinny enough  that  they fit hi m just fine ever ywhe re else.
                    “Did  you tell an yone?” he  as ked  me.
                    I  looked  at   hi m  whe n  he   spoke,  and  he   was   looking  right   bac k  at   me  like  he
                was   wor ried.   It  was   the   first  time  I  had  ac tual ly  gotten  a  good  look  at   hi m.  His
                hai r  was   dar k  brown,  but  I  tho ught   may be  if  he   was he d  it,  it  wouldn ’t  be  as
                dar k  as   it  looked  right   the n.  His  eyes  were  bright ,  unlike  the   rest  of  hi m.  Real

                blue  eyes,  like  the  kind  you  see  on  a  Siberian   hu sky.  I  sho uldn ’t  compare  hi s
                eyes to a  do g, but that ’s the  first thing I tho ught  whe n I saw  the m.
                    I sho ok my he ad  an d  looked  bac k out the  windo w. I tho ught  he  might  get up
                an d  find  an othe r  seat   at   that   point,  since  I  sai d  I  di dn ’t  tell  an yone,  but  he
                di dn ’t.  The   bus  made   a  few  stops,  an d  the   fac t  that   he   was   still  sitting  by  me
                gav e  me  a  little  courag e,  so  I  made   my  voice  a  whi sper.  “Why   do n’t  you  live  at
                ho me with  your parents?”

                    He  stared  at   me  for  a  few  seconds ,  like  he   was   tr ying  to  de cide   if  he   wan ted
                to trust me or not. The n he  sai d,  “Be cau se the y do n’t wan t me to.”
                    That ’s  whe n  he   got  up.  I  tho ught   I’d  made   hi m  mad,   but  the n  I  real ized  he
                got up becau se we were at  our stop. I grab bed  my stuf f an d  followed hi m of f the
                bus.  He  di dn ’t  tr y  to  hi de   whe re  he   was   he adi ng  today   like  he   usual ly  do es.
                No rmal ly, he  wal ks do wn the  street an d  goes around  the  block so I do n’t see hi m

                cut  through  my  bac kyard.   Bu t  today   he   star ted  to  wal k  toward  my  yard  with
                me.
                    Whe n we got to whe re I would  normal ly turn to go inside  an d  he  would  keep
                wal king, we both  stopped.  He kicked  at  the  di r t with  hi s foot an d  looked  behi nd
                me at  my ho use.
                    “What  time do  your parents get ho me?”
                    “Around  five,” I sai d.  It was  3:45.

                    He   nodd ed   an d   looked   like   he    was    ab out   to   say    somethi ng   else,   but   he
                di dn ’t.  He  just  nodde d  ag ai n  an d  star ted  wal king  toward  that   ho use  with  no
                food  or electricity or wat er.
                    No w, Ellen, I know what  I di d  next was  stupid,  so you do n’t hav e to tell me.
                I  cal led  out  hi s  nam e,  an d  whe n  he   stopped  an d  turned  around  I  sai d,   “If  you
                hu r r y, you can  tak e a  sho wer before the y get ho me.”

                    My  he ar t  was   beat ing  so  fas t,  becau se  I  knew  ho w  much  trouble  I  could  get
                into  if  my  parents  cam e  ho me  an d   found   a   ho meless  guy  in  our  sho wer.  I’d
                probab ly  ver y  well  di e.  Bu t  I  just  couldn ’t  wat ch  hi m  wal k  bac k  to  hi s  ho use
                witho ut of fering hi m somethi ng.
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