Jonny Dale

The Unusual Boy?

Highschool had just begun. It was the start of Sam's freshman year, His Father Ryan was fired from his previous job... After months of job interviews, and applications, he was offered a fair paying job.
The only downside was that it required them to move to the fairly developing town of Brigham City,Utah.
It did not take long to move into their new home. Probably due to the fact that he was the only child, and his mother had died eleven years ago, one of the only reasons why moving to Brigham was comforting.
Well to truly be honest with you, if it had not been for Jonny, Sam probably would have never made it through High school.
Jonny was not your usual teen. If anyone not as desperate to make a friend as was, would probably never spent more then two minutes with him. First off, he always had a bad hair day, his hair was either flat, pressing firmly over his forehead and sticking up in the back, or it was all sticking up. This was due to the lack of care for his hair, especially in the morning. But in his defense, he simply puts it [ There's more important things then one's hair.]
I must say it is rather strange how Sam met him, it was by pure incident, that he happened to sit at a deserted table during lunch. Unaware that the table I was sitting at was the peanut allergy table, of course no one cared to correct me of the simple mistake I had made. Maybe because they thought I knew, and assumed I was sitting were I should sit.
I had finished my pulled pork sandwich and was just starting to attack the peaches when some unknown voice spoke from behind me.
"Mind if I take the seat next to you?"
As I looked to see who was talking to me I found a rather skinny, but confident, and similarly dressed kid maybe a little younger then myself, judging from his younger facial features. Yet looking me directly in the eyes.
"Well I assume you are fairly new here." Said he, as he sat in the chair next to me.
"You must not know, but this table so happens to be the peanut free table."
"Oh, ... Well as a matter of fact I didn't know." Said I.
"Well if you don't mind me asking, do you have a pencil I can borrow?" He asked.
I reached behind me, and grabbed my backpack. I pulled the Velcro flap up and pulled out a No. 2 pencil and handed it to him.
"Will this work?" I asked.
"Well, yes, but I don't really need a pencil. Rather to get to know you, I do believe Mr. Ray is a nice P.E. teacher. However you will see for your self after lunch." Said he as he handed the pencil back to me.
"How do you know that I have P.E. after lunch?" I asked.
"I could tell, by the hairline above your right ear, a line made by a pencil sitting on top of your ear, and by the fact that you had to get a pencil out of your bag, lead to the fact that you did not need a pencil any time soon, and with all this evidence, I figured P.E. was the most reasonable answer."he said, but before I could speak he introduced him self.
" The name's Jonathan Dale, but most call me Jonny."
" Sam," I took his extended hand. "Sam, Johnson."