So when I went home I ate dinner and did what 'normal' people do and then went to sleep. FOR SOME ODD REASON I remember dreaming about Vincent, AND I WAS ONLY 5...but yet...I guess I did like him a lil bit.
I woke up for school took a shower and put on a...college uniform like shirt and some dark purple pants...the heck?!
I got my backpack and went to the car and did the same like yesterday, look out the window,get out the car with everyone staring at me but...guess who ran up to me, Vincent.
"Hey!" He said. "Hi" I replied."I'm sorry about what happened yesterday...."he said sound kinda sad."it's fine...not a big deal..."I said.
When little kids have conversations they sound normal,kids not talking right correctly, kids running around but me and Vince....we talk like we know how to talk correctly, know how to do things by ourselves...it's weird that we're like that.
So we walked together to class and sat in the back. Working on ours stuff we need to do in class, and we had to WRITE and let me tell you....MY HAND WRITING WAS BAD! but I got through it.
We went outside for recess and I was hanging out with Vincent because I have no one else to play with."wanna play hop scotch?"I asked "yeah sure"he said. so I got some chalk and Drew squares and played hop Scotch with him...and..I fell on my DANG FACE 😂
He chuckled and helped me up and of course...I blushed a bit when he helped me up. We continued to play untill recess was over and he had to go eat lunch.
We ate lunch together and someone was picking on me and Vince threw some food at them...no that was funny because then he jumped on the table and kicked him in the face. NOW THAT WAS FUNNY, because he was bleeding.i started laughing the other kids were freaked out because my eyes turned black with white pupils. Then everyone was talking about me. So eventually I got up and ran...
So that no one could find me
