"Hey, Jay!"
"Howdy" I reply, with a smile and finger-guns. That's Sam.
"Any idea where my headphones could be?" I ask, but not before adding in a shoulder punch.
"Oh yeah, I got them back at my place. You can come get 'em after school, I won't be home, but still got my key, right?"
"Yeah. I got it." I say, jingling my key ring in front of his face.
Sam has been here since middle school, he came from South Korea. He's got long black hair, which is always pulled back in a bun, and oval eyes. A fading Korean accent and circle glasses. He's always in sweater vests and khakis and converse. Sam and I have been friends since middle school, but he's never changed. It's something I admire about him, he wouldn't change anything about himself for anyone.
My class is surprisingly small for my town, 23 students and a professed named Mr.Martins. He's a great actor and he's very laid back. Never fails to put a smile on our faces. Todays activity was impromptu acting. I played a mean old man grieving the loss of his late dog, Coco. It ended earlier than usual.
Classes end and the bitter afternoon air steals my breath. Today would have been a good day for a coat, I guess. My mind wanders.
How's Henry doing? Does my hair look okay? My eyes catch the gaze of another. A girl. Shoulder length brown curls and a red nose greet me with a wide smile. Her outfit choice, a knitted sweater and a matching skirt with tights tells me she's probably freezing
"Hey." I utter, trying to seem friendly.
She smiles and nods, seeing me as just another friendly guy.
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Boys Like Me
Teen FictionYou say I've changed But maybe you just never knew me And maybe I never knew me either Because I was too busy hiding behind what people might think And convincing myself that silence feels anything like freedom Let me tell you, it does not It f...
