“Okay, so what do you do? Who are you?” Mason was sitting with me again. I decided to figure out who he is so I could decide out how to get rid of him.
“Well, I play football.”
I was about to swallow a bit of my turkey sandwich when he said that. I ended up choking on it. “You play football? Are you any good?”
“I’m on varsity, if that means anything to you.”
“Which brings me back to my original question. Why are you here? Do you want something?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to tell me?”
“No, not yet anyway.”
“Does that mean you are going to be here tomorrow?”
“No, tomorrow is Saturday. But I will be here Monday.”
God, if you are there, please help me.
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.
