Hi again! So today is Monday, first day of 10th grade according to my mother. I skipped a couple grades some time ago because I was "smart". Whatever that means. It's interesting. I'm waiting for the bus now sitting next to Beatrice Anna Williams. I always call people by their full names Beatrice told me not to. So I just called her Beatrice.
The rule only applied to her.
She was special.
Because she was my friend.
"Why you always writing in that thing now?" She asked rather rudely. I forgave her and shrugged my shoulders. "Survival guide." I said simply. She fiddled with her hair. I loved it when she did that.
I wish I would fiddle with my hair but it's much too short. "Can I see?" She asked, her eyes pleading. Rule number 2: Beware of the puppy face. I handed the book to her without hesitation. "Interesting" she giggled.
"So you like it when I fiddle with my hair?" She laughed again. I just shrugged. The bus arrived. I got on and sat in the middle as usual and I watched Beatrice scuttle to the back to sit with her boyfriend, Alexander Bronson. I scowled to myself and stared at the back again. The bullies. The seniors. The pot-heads. The burn outs. The back was pretty interracial with the social groups.
That's probably why there was always so much drama. Rule number 3: Avoid the back seat.
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Timothy Python's Book of Irrational Fears
Historical FictionHello there, my name is Timothy Python. I am 14 years old. My friends call me Tim. Or they would; if I had any friends. Timothy Python is a young boy in a strange world. All he is trying to do is survive and perhaps learn. And so, he creates a book...
