𝒔𝒊𝒙 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒓
𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔.
𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚, 𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕. 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆. 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒐𝒇𝒇.
"𝒉𝒊"
"𝒉𝒖𝒉"
𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑. 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔.
"𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒊"
"𝒐𝒉...𝒉𝒊"
"𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅"
𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅?
"𝒚𝒆𝒔" 𝒊 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅
"𝒚𝒂𝒚, 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚"
"𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒓"
𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.
"𝒘𝒉𝒚? 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒚"
"𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓"
"𝒐𝒉 𝒐𝒌, 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔"
"𝒉𝒊"
𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒚𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏.
"𝒉𝒊! 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔"
𝒊 𝒈𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔.
"𝒉𝒊 𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒓"
"𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆" 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆.
"𝒏𝒐, 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓"
"𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖" 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆.
