I can't figure him out. He followed me around Freshman year making rude comments. He was a pathetic lap dog begging for my affection. Now it's my Junior year and I'm standing in the rain digging through the dirt with a stick, trying fervently to find the book he hid from me a week earlier. I'm trying to look unaffected, trying to look like I'm right where I want to be. Realizing my book is probably a decomposing pile of worm food by now, I force myself to stand. People are watching. I'm suddenly glad it's raining, aware that my tears would be twice as visible otherwise. I walk right up to him. The look of disappointment on my face would make any mother proud. "You walked right over it twice," he says. I don't know what to say. I'm overwhelmed with pain and confusion and frustration. I laugh. I laugh so hard my side hurts and I can't breathe. I walk away lighthearted, quite certain that there are some people I will never understand.1
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kept me happy
very good work, your one of few that i have found on this site that i really enjoy You seem to have more understanding and respect for the meaning of it all and can write vivid emotional desciptions without graphic lines of blood and cutting. I respect that
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MegaAce!!!
Nice little short short story. Didn't quite comprehend it, but there's not much in life I do comprehend. Enjoyed!
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