Two other boys just behind him were staring at us.

Both boys stared at the father they had not seen for years.

The boy just stared, as though he'd never been asked a question before.

The boy stared at the door and suddenly he knew what that something else was.

Throughout all of this, the little boy sat and stared at the place where the old man had been.

A boy should never stare at an old man like this.

The boy stared at the ground in front of him, anger building inside.

The boy did not respond, and only stared at his friend.

She noticed the boy and father were now staring at her.

The light above her suddenly died, and the two boys were staring at their own images in the window.