Is It True?

Chapter 9

I've probably been in this book bag pocket for 3 hours. It's been so long and I'm getting really hot and sweaty.

Suddenly the zipper started to unzip. I moved myself into the corner, it took some effort because I think I broke an arm and a leg. I am also pretty sure I got a concussion.

My eyesight isn't blurry anymore but everything hurts. I finally see the face.

It was Henry. We didn't really talk much during class so I don't really know much about him.

He seemed relatively nice and all but I just wasn't sure.

Henry reached his hand in and scooped me up. I didn't have enough strength to fight back.

He actually looked kind of cute.

He placed me down on what seemed to be his pillow. Henry was sitting with his legs crossed and facing me. I looked up at him.

He looked down at me.

We just sat there for a few minutes.

"Thanks for not letting me get squished," I say, breaking the silence.

"Oh yeah, no problem, it's Charlie right?"

"Yeah,"

"I'm Henry,"

"I know,"

"Oh,"

"Oh,"

"How did you get this small?"

"Chemicals, annoying twins, stuff like that,"

"Oh, are you alright? You look like your starting to bruise."

"Yeah"

"You must've fallen, your really bruised,"

"Yeah, I fell from Brads pocket,"

"Oh, you can stay here with me, I'm an only child."

"Thanks, er, maybe you should call Jacob and tell him I'm alright."

"Oh, maybe tomorrow, do, er, do you want to sleep next to me, on my pillow I mean, tonight, er, or, you know, whatever you want," Henry said nervously, does he like me? I mean, he couldn't, could he? Ugh, boys!

I drifted into darkness, sleep engulfing my body.

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