Today at school my friends and I were talking. Well, they did much more talking then I did, but it was okay. They were all talking to me for the most part. Our conversations are always like that, I don't talk much but I always get talked to.
I know the faces of all the students at my school, and the names of almost all of them, and sometimes we talk to each other, but for the most part only my group of friends talk to me.
The nickname they've come up with for me is "Shortie". It comes from my height, which is rather below average. We all have nicknames, most are just shortened versions of our real names, but there are some that are unique, such as mine, or Beebo.
Beebo is definitely the most hyper of the group. He jumps the highest, yells the loudest, he's the quickest at witty responses and always has a smile on his face. Well, we all have smiles on our faces. What's not to smile about?
Sometimes Beebo will let me know that my shoe's come untied, or that I'm about to step on a slippery part of the floor, or some other helpful piece of advice. His claims usually aren't true, my shoes haven't come untied or the floor hasn't even been cleaned yet, but with Beebo's silly personality no one can blame him for getting some details wrong every now and then. I've found that whenever Beebo gives me some sort of claim like this, I instinctively look down to see if it's true or not and he smacks the side of my head, or flicks my forehead, or pulls my hair a little. After one of these harmless jokes, my friends usually walk away laughing and joking to themselves, and I laugh along.
After all, what's not to laugh about?
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A Completely Normal Life Where Nothing Ever Goes Wrong (COMPLETED)
FanfictionA story about a life that is completely ordinary and peaceful and where nothing strange or unexpected or bad ever happens. A life that has been protected, been through nothing because there is nothing to go through. A life that is not tragic, or dep...
