Black Bird

Mot

He's alright I guess. He's one of the people you meet and you instantly say; "Boy I hate him, but I know we will be buddies in two seconds," as soon as you see them. Yes, I know you have met at least one of those. Try writing notes of your processing friendship, it's an eye-catching change of your psyche.
I'm a boy, if you didn't figure already, but I would rather identify myself as something else. A human being, however you pronounce that word now again. School, I need school right now. But not homework. And not breaks, they're the worst ever! The reason? Well it's the same as why I don't like to identify by my gender label. The boys. When they grow up, they have to be bulky and play rough sports, like American football or rugby or whatever. That's is not even nearly on the same interest planet as my occupations. I like reading, writing, thinking and...., thinking. I think too much. I guess it's caused by Mot keeping me in all the time and boring me out. Is that even a sentence? I don't know, I don't go to school. Which you know.
I keep nagging on and on and on ("we can do this all night long..." cred to the people who know that song) because I do want to be there, minus the homework and breaks, but they are miniature details I can handle. I like studying in the sweeping silence of the harmless classroom as the teacher walks back and forth to make sure you don't sit there, looking as lost as you feel in a slingy labyrinth. I just made up a word, 'slingy', awesome. I do not know what it means. Another mystery of mine. Think of that one until next time. I need to go check up on Mot now, we have an appointment. Goodbye stranger friends!