To Those Who Don't Belong

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I slowly opened my heavy eyes to the pitter patter of rain against my window. Thunder struck and I tightly clenched by thick duveť.

I hated storms. They were dreadful.

At times like these I wish I had a friend. But, who would want to be friends with Richie. The kid with the big nose. Richie- that one who was always sick. Richie- the one who was a grown man and afraid of a thunder storm.

*bzzz*

I glanced over to my vibrating phone.

'Geo_Hazza has invited you to a chat!'

Why? I don't know who Geo_Hazza is.

I hesitantly hit the accept button and type the two letters I was always scared of.

Hi.

Good start. I hope he responds.

Please. I need a friend.