The Fourtitude: A Narrative of Naivety

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  "So, Everhet, can you tell me how you got this superpower-esque thing you've got going on here?" the group sat behind the school at recess, usually talking about really important and mature stuff, like politics. And then they copy Everhet's math homework.

 "Well, I'll be honest, I don't remember anything before the first day of fourth grade. You were lucky I remembered my name on your first day." Everhet drew circles and squares in the snow. Jackson drew a butt, artistically.

  "Really? You don't remember anything?" August picked up a lump of snow and chucked it at the wall. It was a strangely satisfying thing to do, you should try it sometime. The piece didn't break all the way, so he picked it up and chucked it again.

"Well, I do remember something." Everhet strained his memory.

"Then you lied?" Jackson sarcastically chuckled. Everhet erased his snow-butt. "Dude! I've been working on that for fifteen minutes!"

"It's not very much, but I do remember something. So yeah, I did lie, but not that astronomically." Everhet stood up and tried to remember what happened, not a month before he met August. "Last thing I can remember is that I met some sort of really important person, can't remember who it was."

"Was it Danny Devito?" Jackson perked his head up.

 "No, it was not Danny Devito. It was someone more important than him."

"I don't think such a person exists, Ev." August slid a piece of snow across the bricks, satisfyingly shredding it to bits. Like my hopes and dreams.

  "Nah. Her name was something like... Ruh... Ryee... Ray... Rye..." Everhet guessed. He was looking at the sky for some reason. Just FYI. "Rhianna... Yeah, sounds about right.." Everhet suddenly felt a familiar chill down his spine, remembering the whole story.

  "She said she was the Goddess of Ryee, but she didn't actually appear to, well, appear. I thought I was just going insane, but then I got home from school, and the last thing I remember doing is going to sleep." Everhet leaned against the wall, looking edgier than a switch-knife. "Apparently, days had passed, and I don't remember anything. When I finally gained consciousness, I was freaking bilingual! Hwen dex zet kaymin hrepture?" Jackson went to ask Everhet what that meant, but stopped himself mid-breath. "The next day, I went to give someone the 'loser' sign, but did it wrong, with my index and middle finger, and my thumb, and accidentally slammed a desk into the ceiling. When you arrived, August, I had just gotten out of recess detention. Ever since, a strange solid object was seen in my x-rays, and the doctor says it's a stone. Not sure how that's possible, but I don't know if I want to know..."

"Cool story!" Kylah walked out from around the corner of the building, scaring the crap out of the group. "Hey, August! I'm gonna get straight to the point... I know you like me." She smiled kindly.

  "Yeah, it was actually really obvious." Everhet snickered, "You audibly said 'I like you,' messed it up again by saying you like food, and then somehow triple-messed-it-up by saying you like stew. You hate stew."

"Uh-di-uh, s-so wh-uh, w-why are you here?" August stuttered, and then blushed really obviously. He dropped the lump of snow in his glove to the solid concrete ground.

"Well, I don't really know anyone else, and you seemed more interesting than anyone else in the class, so I came to see you. Y'know, get to know you and your friends." Kylah said perfectly, without stuttering at all, which August was kind of jealous of.

"Probably not the whole group, Everhet's kinda shady, and you weren't supposed to hear any of what he just said, so maybe just talking to August would be a good place to start." Jackson got up and walked away, Everhet following him. "We'll leave you two alone." They both waved.

"Oh, screw off!" August yelled.

"So, uhh, what to talk about..." Kylah started twiddling her fingers. She sat down next to August against the brick wall, not very comfortable at all, but too excited to notice.

"Yeah, starting conversations isn't exactly my forte either." August stared at the ground, to avoid nervousness. He watched as the wind blew a flurry of leaves onto Mrs. Derwam's car and chuckled.

"Haha, yeah! I have no clue how I was able to introduce myself this morning without being nervous." Kylah looked at August, but he still avoided eye contact.