Oak Woods' Tales of Tomorrow

The Dirty Old Mustard Coat

"You have to take it off." Rusty told me one day.

"Take what off?" I looked down at my clothes. Same blue shirt, black pants, brown boots, and yellow jacket.

"That dirty coat, and basically everything else!?" he exclaimed.

"No dude, you obviously don't get it. My mom made this." I dusted it off.

Rusty blinked and shook his head. "No...you smell disgusting. At least that coat does." he tries to pull it off. I swat his robot arm away and he glares at me.

"Take it off." he says calmly. I take off the coat and he snatches it out my hand.

"What is this made of?! The inside is all...." he looks up at me.

"Androsian fabric. It's a Bahamian thing." he stared at it oddly. "You were Bahamian?" he asks.

"Kinda...Bahamian Canadian. Bahamian on my dad's side. But he..."he nodded his head .

"Where-where are you from?"I stammered. He grinned and waved his hand.

"Hispanola." he confirmed. "Close, but not there." 

He sure did have the looks. Curly brown hair, black eyes, and his accent sometimes dropped.

"What about Isaac?.I think I know where at least 3 people come from now."I ask. His expression turns

sour, and he looks away. "He's from..."he trails off. "Paris is from New Orleans, Call is...American?" I wonder. "But you're from Hispanola?"

"I'm from Hispanola. Modern day Hispanola." he sighs.

My hopes rise. I was hopping he would be human like me, now he's looking up to be that.

"Ahh...then we're freinds." he acts like he knows my thoughts.

"What about Piper?What is she?" I put my coat back on.

"A dog-person."we both laugh. "No seriously. Is she...American?"

"No way jose." he shakes his head. "She's full Japanese, just like her owner." and with that he walked off.

But before he left my room he turned around and looked me in the eye.

"I like you, Human Oak Woods." and he walked off.