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"I don't know how to put this , Exactly

but you know when you have a certain experience and you know for certain that no body is going to believe you.
Maybe it's the truma or the guilt or the plain unpleasant-ness.

But you know that feeling don't you ?
When something is so absurd that it defies everything you understand about the situation?
To a degree you do. Right?
Yeah,
You probably do.

This is about the feeling that comes after it like right after you realize that no one's going to believe you.

For the most part my tale is for all intensive purposes something that happened to me. Me ; being Kit.

Weird name , I'm aware of that. Never met another person who had it. But I guess that's for the better because really what would two people called Kit talk about. Okay so before I sail into the void that is my mind and get lost forever not even talking about the thing we were supposed to talk about ..."

"STOP"

"What?"

" You talk way to much about the protagonist having a weird name" she says.

"No , it's supposed to emphasize isolation"I reply.

" Well stop making names edgy , Trev . That won't work unless your Tabitha Suzuma or something"

"Who?"

" Huh! And you call yourself a writer "

"Ugh"

" She's a writer "She grins. Completely the wrong grin. That's the thing about Sue. I've known her for almost 8 years since primary . She's never put an foot down on facial expressions. I have no idea why.

But she's been this way since the day I know her. Slightly wrong. But I guess the good out weigh the weird. So I kind of hanged around her.

Sue , is umm basically the only friend I have. I mean I'm not so cripplingly awkward I don't talk to people but if I dropped dead right now Sue would probably be on only one to care.

We live bout four houses from each other . So we usually walk home together .or the bus but today is Wednesday. She's got band practice. So I walk

alone.

I'm half way to my house and I realized I was holding something heavy .I look down a bit startled by a skateboard in my hand .
I'm pretty sure I didn't bring that.

In fact I hadn't since
5th grade.

"Why is it here? " I drop it abruptly.
Looking puzzled at it.

And out the coner of my eye;

Purple?

I'm wearing a purple T shirt

But I swear I was wearing a Black one. Sue even pointed out the black on white look.

"What the fuck is going on?"