I don’t know how I feel about this sudden turn of events. A kid came and talked to me at lunch today. He actually sat down across from me and looked me squarely in the face. Our eyes met. And he said, “Hi.”
“Excuse me?” I responded.
“How are you?”
“Are you talking to me?”
“Of course I’m talking to you.”
“Why are you talking to me?” I was shocked. Pigs must have been flying.
“Well, why not. Everyday I see you here, sitting alone.”
“I don’t need your pity.”
“I don’t pity you. I envy you.”
“Is that so?”
“You are so brave. You are able to sit here and be alone and not have a care in the world. You are content with being you.”
“Oh.” How I wished that were true.
“What’s your name?”
“You don’t even know my name?”
“Let’s try this again. I’m Mason Whittaker.”
“I’m Thomas Hickory.”
The bell rang at that moment. Thank god. I have no idea what to make of this Mason Whittaker. Who the hell does he think he is, coming into my life and talking to me. Disturbing my lunch for some joke. Cause of course that’s what it was. Just a bet made between he and his friends.
Hey, I dare you to go talk to the weird kid.
Well, to hell with you, Mason Whittaker.
Thomas Hickory
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The Chronicles of Thomas Hickory
Teen FictionThomas Hickory is an average high school student dealing with lack of sleep, hard classes, crushes, and the hardships of Driver's Ed. Join him as he journalizes his life for the world to see.
