Freak the Mighty

MAXWELL: In the Down Under

I suppose a kid like me could be scary. A big kid, but no brains. My head is vacant, and Grim makes that very clear to me.

Though there was this one kid in Daycare. His name was Freak. I guess. Everyone called him that. Not many other names where thrown his way, unlike me. But he would always point it crutch and say, "Back, earthling!" Freak was a little guy, chest huffed out , a brace bagging in his pants. Guess back then, he was a kid. He was supposed to be short, right? But I didn't get it. Though; I perhaps it's best not to say much. Like me, people have problems. But inside, they can be the most beautiful creature you ever seen. But I'm not. I'm a mere vessel that needs to be feed. Like one of those creepy feed-me-now dolls. I don't think like others do.

But Freak does.

He moved away from the Americas after a few years, though. I guess I scared his mom; Faith.

At the moment I'm in the Down under, my cold roomy basement Grim supplied for me. The walls mere cardboard; so it's at least a bit warmer. But I like the down under. It's secluded. A place like me; a total butthead; can think. Though my thoughts and ideas are dumb and annoying; I still think.

I don't know weather my name is Max, Dummy, Idiot and Maxwell. Gram calls me Max- or Maxwell. Can't she pick one? Can't the kids at school pick one as well? I don't know my name; but I'll go by Max to see how that goes.

I guess that's me, and now, this is my story; a friendship never had been able to exist until now. I will have a great life. I guess.

~Alex ~