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Hey fanth51 I think it's actually safer for me to not be in contact with you until I put up more chapters in case you kill me. Yeah...

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I shouldn't have asked. I shouldn't have asked. I shouldn't have asked.

Those three words rang like a mantra through my head, into my fingers which were nervously tapping my wooden desk as I sat in business, bored of the lecture we were given about media and whatever.

I just want to go to the lake.

When the bell rang I jumped up, pushed the stuff on my desk into my bag and started almost running out of the room, eager to get out of here.

I made it to the large blue locker without anyone noticing but when I shut it one of my "friends" saw me. Greeeaaattt now I have to deal with this idiot. Perfect.

His voice rang like nails on a chalkboard "Hey Hunter! Bruh you need to come to this bangin' party I'm gonna have man!"

The actual stupidness he possesses is ridiculous, but hey, if I want to fit in I'm gonna have to go.

"Yeah whatever man. Sure." I say, turning away and shoving an earbud in my ear, I start the walk home.

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Arriving at the pond, I do the same as always. Take off the shoes and socks and put my feet in the water as I relax and try to get the day's events out of my mind.

I do have that one thing, that mantra still in the back of my mind and I know it won't stop until I at least check to see if I have a message from Nate.

Instead of having my own free will over my own brain, I open the app and see that I do, in fact, have a message.

I don't know, it's complicated. I guess it's because I choose to be unique and do my own stuff and like my own shows and not think like any of the other people here. I don't go to parties and I don't put people down over petty things. It's like because I'm nicer than the other people I'm immediately a target for their bullying and rudeness. It's actually a bit sad how all they think about is fitting in. I guess you wouldn't have to put up with things like that being one of the more popular kids.

I read the message over twice before I let the words register. I soon thought out a long paragraph that I could share with him...

[I understand Nate. So many people are considered odd and strange at my school if they don't fit the certain image that's considered normal. I myself am very like you, but I'm too scared to actually say that to any of these people for fear that I won't be accepted and I would instead we ridiculed for my love of Gurren Laggen or something like that. I guess I am one of those people who only care about fitting in.]

As I typed, I started to think about myself and what Nate was feeling. I guess what I'm doing is jut being a poser to fit in, but I don't want to end up in a bad situation. The more I thought about it the worse I felt. That was before I saw the message from him

Dude I don't mean you. I mean genuinely terrible people who don't care about the needy people they're hurting. You're actually nice and stuff. Don't beat yourself up about it man.

That's a bit reassuring. I look at the top of the screen and see the time, 4:17. I guess I've been thinking for over an hour now and I should probably go home to fill the growing hole in my stomach.

[Thanks Nate.]

No problem man.

Hey it's Trick and I know it's a bit shorter than what I want but I'm at a library and the air conditioning is making me want to leave and stuff so I'm heading back. I hope you liked it!