"Have you got all your stuff?" he asked me wondering where the rest of my belongings were.
"This is all my stuff." I replied.
"No, that's only your hatting tools, your watch and the hat you just made." He argued but that was all I owned, in this world at least.
"Yeah, t...that's all I have." I said with a smile.
"Where's he rest of your clothes? You can't have only one set of clothes. You have to change them every day! That's gross!" he said. He was obviously one of those people who were brought up in a big fancy house with lots of money, then didn't do so well l8er on in life.
"I do wash them in that little lake over there before I go to bed." I said. But Michael still thought I was unclean because whilst I was talking he was backing away a little.
"Not possible! what would you sleep in?" Michael said but I knew that after he got his answer he regretted this question.
"Michael, what do you think I sleep in?" I said sarcastically giving him a look. He stood for a few seconds pondering what I'd just said.
"...Dude!!!!!!!" He said with a discussed look on his face. After that embarrassing moment in my life was over, we began to walk to where Michael lived.
"So how did you end up homeless, if you don't mind me asking." He said obviously trying to change the subject. I told him my entire life story up until that point in my life. The bullies, the lisp, the watch, everything. The sun was rising while we were walking, and for some reason, this moment reminded me of home, not the forrest, my real home.
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YEY for friends!!! Sorry about the short chapter! It's kinda late and I wanted to chill and do something fun. Please comment to tell me your thoughts. Thanks for reading my story!!
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The Hatter
FantasyOnce upon a time there was a hatter. A mad hatter. After some time in wonderland, when all his friends had moved on from him, nobody know his name, so everyone knew him as Hatter, including him. Find out about the mad hatters school life, his love f...
