NaNoWriMo Project: Paper King Status (Day 1)
Now the boy regretted not having any friends. Maybe they would know the answer, but the boy didn’t have any friends so it wasn’t a very effective way of stopping his curiosity. Questions burned in his mind, and he didn’t like it one bit. However, one question loomed out of the pack, and drove itself into his psyche.
Why did the man look at him that way?
Why did the man look at him that way?