My mum still insisted on moving me to a new school.
As much as I hated the way the other boys would treat me, I knew I could take it. I was strong enough.
But no. I had to move.
I messaged my ex girlfriend, Hannah - one of my only friends (not that that bothered me). “My mum is insisting on moving me to a new school.”
“It’s probably for the best, you know,” she responded. “Where you moving to, have you decided?”
“I don’t know. I think she’s considering - what’s the name - Silverbirch High School? Down in Birchview. I don’t know.”
“Oh, Silverbirch?” Apparently, this was familiar. “My friend Jordan goes there! Maybe you’ll meet him.”
“Oh, fun. What does he look like?”
“He’s pretty tall, his hair is brownish and kinda curly, but not super curly, you get me? He’s quite skinny if I remember correctly.”
“Okay. I’ll be sure to say hello, if I see him.”
“Just one problem,” she said. “He doesn’t really speak.”
He doesn’t speak.
I need to ask my mum to help me out with learning this whole telepathy thing. Maybe then, it won’t be so much of an issue.
So there’s a new guy coming to my school, so I’ve been told.
Hannah, one of my best friends, told me all about him. His name is Lucas. He’s pretty short. Blonde. I’ll quote Hannah on his body type: “He’s kind of - I guess, thick, not really fat but he’s got a broad build. But he’s kind of chubby as well, I don’t know.”
He sounds... interesting. I’d probably be interested in getting to know him. The only thing is, well, I can’t speak. Is he going to be cool with that?
I’m sure we could find a way to communicate. But is he going to want to be friends with someone like me? I don’t know.
Most people don’t.
It’s no big deal if he doesn’t like me. It’s not like he’s the first.
But I guess I’ll try. Maybe he’ll be the best friend I’ve ever had.
Let’s find out.