As a plump, elderly woman plops an entree of suspicious chicken on his plate, Tajmeh is too lost in his thoughts to notice.
"Aye, Taj! Keep it moving please!" A not-so-friendly dark-haired boy behind him barks.
"Sorry, Kevin." He meagerly responds and takes a step forward. Making his way towards his table-empty- he sits and resumes to his thoughts, still clinging to the thought of the strange stone.
"Taj, this is the third day in a row you didn't eat your lunch." A lunch lady said, taking my food trey. "What's the point in getting in lunch if you're not going to eat it?"
My only response was a shrug. I was still consumed with thoughts of why I'm having the dream. I know I'm not crazy. I know it means something. I just haven't found out yet.
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The Boy With A Rock
RandomEveryone has treated Tajmeh as if he was crazy. He knows he's not. If only they knew the adventure Tajmeh would soon pursue, and the destiny he will be led to. Follow him in his path to realization in my book The Boy With A Rock.
