River sat down to lunch in the school cafeteria. She always got a whole table to herself, mostly because everyone thought she was weird..which she was. Let's just say she had a little obsession that limited her human contact. She was madly in love with oatmeal. Day in and day out, it was all her mom could get her to eat. All she could think about was oatmeal. Every conversation had the word "oatmeal" mentioned a dozen times. For her birthday she asked for oatmeal. She always wore her favorite oatmeal colored sweater..sometimes with her favorite pants that she glued oats onto.
"Hey, oatmeal freak!" One of the more brave high school students joked. He had two friends by his side.
"What's for lunch?" he sneered. River just stared blankly. As previously mentioned, she had little human contact and she had no idea what sarcasm was. The dude eventually lost interest and walked away.
"Whatever. She's messed up. I probably shouldn't be talking to her anyway since it does MAJOR damage on my self-image." He turned with his friends and they walked over to their table. River let out a deep sigh. She was really fed up with people ignoring her..but at the same time, she didn't want to talk to them. They just didn't understand how she felt. This was her passion.
Later that evening, after her parents waved goodnight (as they were too embarrassed to hug such a strange creature), River sauntered up to bed. No one followed her on Instagram. She posted such beautiful photos of oats, and yet no one appreciated them. The same went for Pinterest, Twitter and YouTube..why did she even bother. River tossed her phone on the night stand and began to tear up a little. She was depressed. The only one who could comfort her was Ottis. She needed Ottis now. From underneath the bed, River pulled out a cardboard box which contained a singular oat. Now this oat wasn't just any ordinary oat, but it was River's oat. Her special oat to whom she gave the name Ottis. He was her only friend.
"Oh, Ottis. I can't do this anymore. I can't go through life where no one loves oatmeal as much as I do..." And with that, she fell asleep..still clutching the oat in her hand.
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For The Love Of Oatmeal
Ficção AdolescenteRiver is a lonely high school girl who has no friends..simply because everyone thinks she's one of the "weird kids". As a matter of fact, she is. She has a strange passion for oatmeal that no one understands..until Tobias Mormeal comes along.
