it's late night.
11:34 to be exact. I should be in bed. I have football early tomorrow. but I decided to write instead.
I can't get him off my mind. why? he's just another new kid. he probably won't talk to me for long. he's probably already forgotten about me.
I'm like any other kid at school. tall, blonde, athletic, american. yeah I may be quiet, doesn't make me special.
I noticed he liked reading. he had the last Harry Potter book with him. maybe I can invite him to the library sometime.
I wonder what he likes to read. maybe I can show him some of my older books. I wonder if he likes Mike Twain. maybe he's into newer stuff. like Matthew Loyns.
maybe he doesn't like reading all that much. maybe he just wanted to read Harry Potter because it's so popular.
why am I over thinking this so much?
