The Meeting

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Of course. This was the boy who played all the time around his delicate friends. I could see right through them, because I knew them. I don't know the boy in the blue hat with black hair, but he seems nice. He recently joined our school a few days after the first day of school, but I haven't talked to him. He also tried out for football, and had to take the IMPACT form home for his parents or for a doctor to sign. Of course, everyone has to do this. I had to do this when I played football. But, I would like to get to know him. I know who he's sitting with. I see through every one of their masks, even though they think that I am just some delicate and sweet little sucker. I don't want to associate with them. I don't want to be known around them. But, it would be nice, wouldn't it? For me to have people to rely on? I don't really have anyone anymore. I don't know why. But I am really lonely, so I've begun digging into other peoples lives to satisfy my own. I hope tomorrow, tomorrow is the fateful day of the meeting.

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