The Boy in The Pumpkin Patch - A Spooky Month AU Fanfiction

1: The Crazy New Kid.

That Boy In The Pumpkin Patch

I did not know why he survived
That boy in the Pumpkin Patch
As I was sure he died
That boy in the Pumpkin Patch
At least I believed he died
That boy in the Pumpkin Patch
But somehow he survived
That boy in the Pumpkin—

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"That new kid.. he's certainly a weird one, isn't he?"

Two teenagers stood in the corner of the corridor, whispering to one another as a boy with a round face and poofy brown hair passed by, his backpack slumped over his shoulder as he approached the farther end of the hallway strung with lockers of all sorts.

The other teenager, in response to the boys remark, tilted her head and only gave a devious smirk. "Yeah—heard he's actually been in this town for a while. Folks who knew 'em said he was a real weird kid even when he was younger."

"Oh, really?" The boy laughed, smiling. The kid they were talking about in question continued to walk, having his head turned. The boy was uncertain of whether or not the new kid could hear them, but either way, he didn't exactly care. After all, it was his honest opinion. And who was anyone to judge when they all had the same thought in common?

"Well—I know who's probably gonna end up in an asylum by the time schools over."

"Heheh.. who knows? Maybe he'll end up hanging from a rope by the end of next year."

The two began to laugh in unison, their mocking chuckles mingling with eachothers. The kid nearly stopped in his tracks, his fist clenching suddenly a little tighter against the single strap of his backpack that was wrapped around his shoulder. His head remained looking foward. The two only stared as he slowed down—smirking, smiling, practically mocking him just by looking his way.

The kid then began to rush foward, his pace quickening. And the only thing that followed behind him in the distance was the shrill laughter from the girl.

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"Dear god.. Susan—are you serious? You—you aren't joking?"

"Look! All I'm saying is that it'd be a good look. You think I'm gonna go all year looking like this?"

"In all honesty, it probably wouldn't do anything to hide that massive forehead of yours."

"Hey!"

I still remembered it like it was yesterday, that conversation we had in the lonely confines of the classroom while the teacher was out. The autumn-season of 2020. Quarantine was a real bitch sometimes, but our school opened back up a little earlier compared to most schools. While that risked our health a little more, anything was better than being stuck in our homes without anyone to talk to.

I was Steve Robinson—I'd been going to this school for a few years. I was the top student of every class, and I'd been the one with the highest grades and was always favored by the teachers. I didn't take shit from no one—and I'm guessing by the way people other than my friends avoided me, they knew that.

There was Susan Rosemary—a friend of mine who was the top female student in the volleyball team. She didn't listen to no one when they gave her shit, and she could frankly be kind of stupid sometimes. But maybe that was what I liked about her. The way you could easily influence her just by saying the right stuff. In a way, it almost gave me a power trip.

And finally, there was Roger Jones. He was another friend of mine who was real good at English, but despite knowing so many words he could also be kind of stupid. And he was also really anxious about stuff half the time. Like his looks, his grades, what his parents would think of every little thing he did. He reeked of insecurity, but.. I think I liked that about him too. Knowing he wouldn't ever once think of being better than me. He had low self esteem. And I liked that.