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Roger's P.O.V
I sneak out of the school. I ran around the back of the school, and i saw a kid out of nowhere in the free fields. Could that be the kid who was calling me few minutes ago?, i wonder why he called me.
What is he even doing back here, anyways?. Few minutes ago he was calling my name. Do i even know him before?, or his just being silly of himself. He is such a weirdo, he looks peaceful. And is he drawing something on his notebook?, his not even doing anything out here.
"Is he alone the whole time?, that's why he called me?." I thought of myself.
And then he carefully place down his notebook and his pencil. He layed down with his both arms on the back of his head to make it a pillow for him, he let out a snore. Is he enjoying his time alone and taking a nap in the free fields?, his quite happy. I can see him sleeping with a smile.
I slowly walk towards him, and block the sunlight from his face. He quickly open his left eye and then he sat back again.
"You okay?, you're the one who called me few minutes ago at the classroom, right?." I interrupted.
"Yeah, i'm malcolm by the way." He held up his right hand to shake with me. He smiled while he is still helding up his hand up.
"Yeah, i know. Put your hand down because we're friends now, can i sit beside you for a moment?." I asked.
"Yeah, sure." He commented.
"What are you even doing out here?. Are you even shy to play with the others?, you don't have to be so shy y'know. That's not how you make friends." I said with a serious face.
"That's not actually my point, i don't like our classmates that much. I feel different from them, they really reminded me of my friends' in the orphanage." He replied back.
"Wait? Your adopted? So that's the reason why." I asked him.
"NO! No i'm not adopted, it's just that..... nevermind." He put his head down to rest it on his knee's with a frown.
But he didn't answer, he just stayed quiet and looked away. I felt bad for myself, i also copied the way he does. And then, he chuckled.
"What's funny? Why are you laughing?." I chuckled under my breath.
"Why are you copying me. Your such a weirdo, y'know." He said with a bright smile.
"Your the weirdo, weirdo." I replied with a small laugh.
"Why are you so happy?. You are just getting depressed all of a sudden, and now you laughing." I asked with a curious tone.
"You're much like him. No offense." He replied back.
"Him who?, i don't know what you're talking about?. Does HIM has to do with me?." I asked curiously.
"Nah! Nevermind that HIM. You're both quite different from HIM." He commented with a silly smile on his face.
"Is that so?. Maybe HIM doesn't care what you are doing right now, right?." I asked.
His such a weirdo. He is quite fun to be with, i'm really having a great time with him. Making him my friend could be a chance to make him my brother-like friend, and ofcourse i would love that. I've always dreamed to have a brother, since now that my mom died, i don't feel like having a brother anymore, it feels different now that i met this kid.
His not an eyesore. He looks mischievious, friendly, kind, smart and add the weirdo on the list. He does look like he wanted an attention to others and be friends with. His not that bad after all.
"How old are you?, roger?." He asked.
"I'm turning seven soon. How about you?." I asked him.
"Well, i'm still six by now, my birthday just pass. So that means your older than me, cool." He replied.
"Your not that bad. You're pretty nice, and weird, you look more different than the others. You don't feel comfortable to have more friends, well it is weird to have more friends." I explained.
"Really? Wow, i didn't know that i will be that different from them. I really don't know how to compare myself with the other kids', that's because mommy said it's bad to compare yourself to others who don't even know that you are comparing them. That's not a good habit." He said.
"Wow, you're really lucky to have a mom who is always there to teach you, watch over you, take cares of you. And always be there for you." I felt a hard object crush on my heart. And i felt like i wanted to cry, but then my tears started to fall.
"*sob* i miss her, *sob* i miss my mom. *sob* and i wanted to forget her but i can't. Deep inside me, she doesn't want me to be like this. Thus, she never wanted me to forget her that easily." I cried out. While my tears keep on falling to my eyes, and malcolm looked at me with a worried face.
"You love her that much, don't you?. I feel your pain, but you don't deserve to be lonely for the rest of your life. You need to be strong, and no one's stopping you." He said with a serious tone.
"You think so? I mean, we're not the same. If only my mom was alive, i could have been the most happiest person in the world." I exclaimed.
His not like me at all. But, that's a good thing, i guess?. He looks braver and stronger than me. Can it be possible that he can help me with my problems?. His like a brother to me, he thinks i'm better than him. His such a caring person. I'm like the only one who can see him as who he is. I never thought about him this way, he wanted to help me carry on and be happy.
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