Pt. 13 Judged.

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Four was headed north,  while on the way he checked out a skate shop (board), he thought that getting himself a board would be nice and perhaps make the trip easier, much easier than just doing it on foot. Four picked out a fairly plain one as the price was cheaper, he brought the board to the cashier, who had an annoyed look on his face. The cashier kept glaring at Four for the past two minutes that he spent ringing up the price, Four could feel the judgement and discrimination against him only because he was a number. The cashier straight up told Four, "You're kind's full of a bunch of dirty sickos.   We aren't joyful to the people to the likes of you'."  Four didn't understand why the cashier was so aggresive towards numbers, and wish he had a fairly valid comeback, but he didn't really have anything bright to say back. 

"Well.. not all numbers are the same? Uh, well uh... I hope you have a good day?"

Four left a little akwardly and felt kind of bad for telling the guy anything, especially with such a puny response. 

He tried out the skateboard, he was pretty wobbly at first but he ended up getting used to it, even becoming a little good, almost? A few falls, and trips, but it was all good.

He was getting hungry, and when he reached in his bag he couldn't find any of his food or any of his snacks. He figured he must of ate all of them out of panick due to the anxiety he obtained while staying over at the Hanger's house. He didn't think much of it then, so he just decided that for the next few hours, his main focus was to gain progress towards returning back to X.

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