A story from school that I wrote to my friend. I modified it to not give away names. I'm gonna call him Paul because that's what I've called him before.
I was getting on the bus second to last. Paul, who's new in band but not in the school, was last; he almost missed the bus because of his base guitar. I sat in the second to last seat of the right. He took the same spot on the left, telling a little girl to move.
I said it wasn't nice to say and she said, "He's my neighbor. I don't care." I nodded. They were talking to Paul and I asked him how weird he thought he was on a scale of one to ten.
He told me to ask his neighbor and her sister. They said he wasn't weird until he made a weird noise like a dying horse. Then the older one said, "Maybe a little..."
Well, a while later, one of them said something about a chicken. He said he has an undead chicken named Maurice in his backpack that helped him with math.
They asked if they could pet Maurice. One of them petted Paul's backpack and the other punched it. He said, "Aww. Now Maurice is sad..."
The girl who punched the bag said, "You don't have a chicken in your backpack!"
He turned to me and said, "Yes, I do..." And winked like crazy.
When we were getting off at the elementary school, with me getting off for volleyball and him getting off for football, he whispered, "Let them think that I have an undead chicken in my backpack."
Then he left and a girl who threatened to break his guitar started calling out to him, like, "Hey! [Paul!] Look at me! Look at me!" And he still hates her. She has a crush on him and it's creepy and stalker-like.
So... This was so weird xD. And the [Paul] thing meant that she was actually saying his name.
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