I met Tom when I was seven, back when I wasn't homeschooled. I heard yelling in one of the allies and turned and saw him being held up against the wall by to 12-year-olds. One had blonde hair and was very tall. The other had blonde hair as well but shorter and skinnier.
"What should we do with the Homo?" the skinny boy sneered.
"My dad give me a pocketknife," the other said.
"Well what are you waiting for, pull it out then."
The taller boy pulled out his small pocket knife and flipped it open. But before I knew what I was doing, I threw a brick that landed next to them. They yelped. I threw another.
They finally dropped the boy they were holding up against the wall and ran, like the cowards they were.
I walked up to the kid they had dropped.
He was slowly standing up and brushing himself off, when he saw me.
I took this short moment of awkwardness to observe him.
He was tall for our age, he had brown hair, big, green eyes, and he was on the bigger side. He looked scared, afraid, confused.
"Hi," I introduced myself, "I'm Brynn. What's your name?"
He hesitated, then said "Tom".
"Well Tom, where do ya' live 'round here?"
"Down on 4th street," he mumbled, his voice cracky.
"I do too! Well, how 'bout we walk home together today?"
He nodded.
We turned and started walking home. We got to Tom's house first so I said bye then raced home. I told my mom all about my new friend, I just didn't mention the older boys. She seemed very distracted, but acknowledged me every once and awhile. Soon, I went upstairs to my room and laid back on my bed. I smilied. I couldn't wait to see Tom the next day. I knew we were going to be inseparable, 'till death did us part.
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