He did it again. He sat with me again. This time, it was the whole lunch period. He just sat down and didn’t say a word. As if I was just gonna let him walk all over me. Mason Whittaker.
“What are you playing at?” I asked.
“I don’t understand,” he responded after finishing a bite of his sandwich.
“Why are you ruining my lunch.” I didn’t really mean to be so blunt, but the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.
“I’m sorry if I’m an intrusion.” And then do you know what the bastard did? He chuckled.
“Did I do something to you? If I did, then I am sorry. But why not just punch me and take my money instead of this long, humiliating torture?”
“Who’s humiliating you?” he asked.
“You are and you know it! Okay, who put you up to it? Who?”
“Put me up to what? I can’t just be nice? Cannot you not, for one second, allow someone to be nice to you?”
Nice to me? Who had ever wanted to be nice to me? He left angrily. What gave him the right to be angry?
Thomas Hickory
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The Chronicles of Thomas Hickory
Roman pour AdolescentsThomas 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.
