Chapter 6 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Things were the same today. I finished my lunch fast like usual, and went to my nice spot, looking forward to sit there and do my thing. Except that it was already occupied. Nobody has ever sat in my spot before. Nobody. This guy was someone I didn't know, (funny, I don't know half the kids in my school) and I was starting to get a little mad at him for taking my spot. I slowly walked over to him and said. "Excuse me, but you are sitting in my spot." Nice going Bulma. The guy had blackish brown hair. I didn't know what he looked like because his head was bent, reading a book. "I said excuse me, you are sitting in my spot!" "I heard you the first time." He looked up. This person looked plain. Big eyes, a turned up nose, small mouth, and light complexion. "Well, aren't you going to move?" "I don't see your name written on it." He said sheepishly. "For your information, I have been sitting here for 3 years and nobody even sat in it before, until you came and sat here." I felt like I was fighting like a 3 year old. "I don't care whether you've sat here for a million years, it's a free country and I can sit anywhere I want." I knew he was right. I can't just claim something and say it's mine, even if I have been sitting in it for 3 years. "Fine. Then I guess we have to share." This seemed the only solution. He's moving and I'm not budging, so I guess we have to share the spot. "Fine." I walked and sat a distance from him. I caught a glimpse of his book, Misery, by Steven King. I opened my sketchbook and started sketching. "What are you drawing?" "Stuff." Great answer Jesse. "What exactly is stuff?" I handed him my sketchbook. He flipped through it without making any comment. "They're good!" I grunted. I have this weird habit of grunting when I have nothing to say. "Did you sit here for 3 years and never talked to anyone?" "Yeah, I guess. I'm not a people person and I never will be." "You're very exciting." "I told you, I'm not a people person and I never will be. There are people who tried to make friends with me, but I've always rejected them." "Would you reject me if I asked to hang out with you?" I was stuck. "Yes, now leave me alone." I always have a way to get away from questions I don't want to answer. "Okay, then you can stay being the loser and loner you are right now." Then he walked away. To tell you the truth, I never liked being the loner and loser that I am. It was always painful to have to ignore those comment and insults thrown at you. I've always thought that time will cure everything and it will make everything okay again. Yet, that wasn't the case. You don't get teased for one day and you can forget about it. You get teased for the whole 4 years. There just isn't enough time to cure all of that. Besides, you get used to it after a while and you don't think it's a big deal, while some other people start to cry over it, which makes it even worse. I have been a loner for almost the whole of high school and I don't give any crap to people who criticize me. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^