        "Wanna know something?" the other replied "I think I are going to keep it, my dog needs a new toy anyway. . ."

         "Give it!" Sarah insisted

"Why do you want it anyway?" It's just a stupid old teddy bear, if 1 can call this a teddy bear."

I had to stop that, it was my job to. So, 1 concentrated very hard until the girl named Lydia stumbled on a rock and dropped the bear. Sarah automatically grabbed it and disappeared so fast that 1 kept wondering myself if I had done that too.

From that day on, visiting the park every afternoon at the same hour became a routine. 1 used to go there to watch kids playing, but my main reason was not that anymore. Now I was interested in an 8-year-old blond girl named Sarah Stevenson.

She probably didn't know that every afternoon she went to Central Park to read a book, there was a guy spying on her. Yes, that was me.

After a lot of visits I learned many things about Sarah. She read each and every page of her book very carefully as if her life was depending on that. She never went to the park without her precious teddy bear and while she was reading she took a few pauses and looked at him, as if he was listening to the story. She always sat at the same place, under a tree, close to leafy bushes. She never talked to strangers, but most people couldn't see the beautiful girl that I could see.

Physically, Sarah is just like an 8-yearold should be. Blue eyes, blond hair usual1y messed up in an adorable way, perfect features, always wearing a different little dress. But most importantly she was still total1y different from the little girls I knew. She would exchange a nice and hot day playing in the park to go read. Amazing, don't you think?