The small rock splashed in the puddle, lightly spraying Elijah's already wet shoes. The water ruffled softly for several seconds, but quickly settled down to create the crystal clear reflection as before. But he no longer held interest in the reflection, and the boy soon looked up across the street.
His eyes fells upon an old building, one he had assumed was abandoned many years ago. The windows were dusty and the bricks were old. He was sure that he could knock down that building himself if he tried. Not that he wanted to. Elijah had always taken interest in the odd building. But ever since he moved to this part of Boston not once had he seen any living thing move in or out of it. Not to open the locked door, not to peek through the window. He didn't recall even seeing a rat move in.
The boy stood up and stepped over the puddle, running over to the building like the countless times before. He slammed into the wall and pressed his face roughly against the window, smearing more grim and dirt onto his cheeks and nose. He placed his hands around his eyes so he can see within without the overcast light getting in the way. As usual, it was the same empty room. There was an old fireplace that looked more like a stack of bricks than anything, and the ground was covered in filth. Elijah wasn't ever sure if it actually had a floor, because if it did, then that was some dirty floors.
He took a few seconds to observe interior before stepping away from the window, now looking at the impression his face made on the musk in the window. He flipped his hat so the bill was up front again. The boy smiled at the three spots where dirt was absent on the window, as if it were a work of art. But faintly, in the dirty reflection, he saw something moving. He raised an eyebrow and turned around. It was a girl in her frilly litter dress making her way down the street like all girls do. With their snobby noses up and their hands all held out daintily. It was disgusting.
As she passed, Elijah stuck his tongue out and rolled his eyes. Girls were so annoying. He looked down at his shoes and saw a rock, in which he bent over to pick it up. He was about to throw it when a question arose in his head. His eyes grew wide.
Why is a girl dressed up so well walking about this early in the morning while it was so wet and soggy outside?
Elijah instantly dropped the rock and took off after her, heading towards the factory. His loud thunderous footsteps could be heard a mile away, but he ran as fast as her could, holding his hat as he swung around the corner. This street was a little more busy than the last, for there were actually people awake, and there was even a car, which surprised him. Who can afford a car anymore? But he chased the girl down the block. But once he got to her, he simply zoomed past, looking over his shoulder with a mischievous grin.
