Everyone Has a Story. It’s Usually Not What I Make Up in My Head.

There’s this kid–I don’t have a clue what his name is–who runs in the morning at the high school. Full. Out. Long-legged running.

He’s well groomed and almost always wears khaki pants or shorts and a button-down shirt or a polo, but he’s not wearing a school uniform.

Diana Beebe's Blog, Diana Beebe, science fiction, middle grade fantasy, fantasyHe runs as if he’s late for something. School, possibly, one could assume. I have never seen him walk. Nope. Arms pumping and legs going. Longest stride ever.

He runs directly at the school. Then he veers across the front lawn and is gone.

I always wonder what his story is. I also envision him as a random side character who just runs away from the school all the time. That’s his thing.

  • Does he run to a friend’s house to get a ride to school?
  • Is he going somewhere for Second Breakfast?
  • Does he think he’s Forrest Gump?
  • Is he thinking about joining the Cross Country track team?

He’s like Joan Cusack’s character (seriously love her!) in Sixteen Candles–everywhere and serves no purpose other than beautiful background color as part of the high school.

Anyway, I just felt like sharing the unusual feature of most of my mornings. That kid is going to end up in one of my stories. I just don’t know how yet.

Is there a person in your neighborhood or town who has sparked your interest? Have you created a story for that person? Do share!

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