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Tears sprang from his eyes as he looked up into those dark crazed eyes. How did this happen? He asked himself as he tried to hold in his desperate sobs. Blood began to trickle from his hands and his knees. They throbbed from his sudden fall out of the tree.
Little Zach was seven soon to be eight and very small for his age. He had light brown hair, dark green eyes, and freckled sun-browned skin. He was a boy with a very big imagination and was normally very happy, but currently he was hurt and very scared.
As he sat on the cement by the old tree, his body tense with fright, he recalled how he had gotten there, starting with his conversation that morning.
