That's what I expected to come out of his mouth. He didn't say anything though. He just walked quickly up to me, hugged me, and then walked away. Not knowing what to do I just stood there. Wishing people could be as kind hearted as Brad. No one here is. I have only a handful of friends here.

"You guys! Breakfast is ready!" my mom yelled upstairs. Brad, walking into my room to get to the stairs pushes me along with one hand. We walk into the kitchen, sit with our steaming food not saying a thing. Not that we usually did anyways, but this morning was different. Somehow this whole day would be different.

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