"Y-you can be my daddy! A-and I can be your little Strawberry Boy!"
"Of course my little boy"
After Tyler didn't come to class after a heart shattering breakup, and Josh spots him and talks to him, a new life is made for them both.
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When I wake up, I immediately become cold. Of course, I don't have a reason not to be. I just went to bed with my many stuffed animals, which over half of them ended up on the floor overnight. When the sun peaks through my cream colored curtain I whine, realizing I have class today. I get up and put all of my stuffed animals back on the bed. And give my favorite one, Izza, a baby blue teddy bear I got from my old babysitter, before he got arrested because of a DUI, a big hug and kiss.
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I enter my black and white checkered bathroom, turning on the shower so it gets all nice and hot before I get in. I get my toothbrush and strawberry flavored toothpaste. I almost picked the sparkly toothpaste... but it still has a minty flavor. After I finish, the water pouring from the shower head is the perfect temperature. I undress and get in. I scrub my strawberry shampoo and conditioner in my hair. I lather my body with my straw- okay, I might like strawberries a little too much.
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I head to class a little earlier than usual, going down the small pathway and from my dorm to the class building. The path is about half a mile long. The colorful green leaves on the trees are returning from the long winter we just came out of. Everyone is talking about their plans for Spring Break, which is a month from now, and I still have no plans whatsoever. And I've got no one to spend it with.
Getting extremely tired, I stop to rest on a big rock about 700 feet away from the school. I take off my backpack and pull out a Chutter's bag full of jelly beans. Every flavor from Dr. Pepper to green apple. I pick out a cherry one, a pear one, and a strawberry one, and toss them all in my mouth. A pick a few more out, then I put the bag back in my backpack and walk the 700 feet to my class, tracking in some fresh dirt.
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"Brianna?"
"Here."
"Mhmm, Dallon?"
"Heya,"
My teacher goes through our names for attendance. There's only 22 of us so he actually can go through our names, compared to some of my other classes.
"Joshua,"
"I'm here."
"You're always here," he gives a nice, warm-hearted laugh. "hmm, Laura?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Tyler?"
No response.
"Ahem... Tyler?"
Dead silence.
Mr. Parker scribbles off what I assume to be Tyler's name on his sheet of paper. And continues to call out the names of people in his class.
