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The Balconey- part 4

The plus side to this house was how I got the room connected to the balconey. My mother wasn’t one for ocean air so they gave the room to me. I opened the doors and walked into the breeze. I sat down and began reading my one book. It was silent in the night until I heard, “So what are you reading?”

My eyes shot up from my nook, desperatly searching for those beautiful green eyes. “I’m up here.” I looked up to see Brent sitting on our roof. “How the hell did you get up there?”

“I actually taught you how, try to remember.” He vaguely answered. I looked around the balconey until my eyes settled on a decent sized tree that easily reached the roof. I walked over to inspect the tree: it was the perfect climbing tree. I smiled and began climbing up, soon grabbing hold of the roof and pulling myself up.

Brent was there, looking through a telescope. He looked away for one moment to give me a slight wave before turning back.

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