Stranger

A large crowd of boys walked past me, and in that gang I spotted someone vaguely familiar. I didn't quite recognize him at first but then I realized he was an old friend of mine.

He saw me staring at him, and he stared back. He recognized me. We walked past each other, unable to look away. I wanted to say hi, but I didn't know how to. He looked so different from the last time I saw him. His hair was different, he was taller, he wore different type of clothes, was hanging with a different gang of people. He was someone so different.

He was a... stranger.