Sam:
You know when you can tell someone is staring at you.
Ya, like really creepy.
I looked up and there was a boy.
About 13.
He was staring at me confused so the best thing I could say is "What?".
"Umm who are you?" is the response I got back from the scrawny strawberry blonde-haired boy.
He was in a simple t-shirt and basketball shorts.
"Sam" I replied plainly.
"Kyle, and where are we?" The boy had asked another stupid question so I looked back at my phone and said,
"School, smart guy."
"Is this some kind of homeless school?"
His question offended me greatly. "What! no! Are you blind?!" I yelled back at him.
"I don't think a gas station is a school." He sounded a little irritated. I looked at my surroundings and for sure we were not at school.
"Ok… so whatever, wherever we are I'm still not your friend, so don't mess with me," I said, trying not to sound nervous.