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-shrugs and looks at Tom before following. On my way out I pretend to moon the teacher-
I will be. -pulls off my black t shirt as I catch up with him-
-starts singing- I don't wanna be a chicken. I don't wanna be a duck. (will yinz read my story and comment?)
-figures we are already in trouble and stands on my chair-
Sure. -I smile and stand up, almost tripping over myself-
Chapter one: 1932 I cross my rail thin legs and allow my hair to fall over my shoulder and into my face like a brittle wave. I write with even,...
ALL OF THEM DJSBEIWBDAW
-sighs dramatically- Good. Thought I was gonna havta kill you there or shun or something. -smiles-
-crosses my legs and strums the guitar- Do you know who Jimi is?
Jimi Hendrix's signature. This is my dads guitar left it to me... Got it signed at woodstock -I play a few bars-
-let's go of Tom-
It's okay. I just wanted my guitar. Bit paranoid about it... -I rub my thumb over the signature on the side-
-sees him lonely and sits down next to him again- Sorry.
Good -smiles and hugs-
I'll uh, be over there -I point to a seat at an empty table then run off to get my guitar-
You okay now?
Nice to meet you -starts humming purple haze-
Tom?
Hendrix. You? -finishes my smoothie and wishes I brought my guitar-
-looks at tom- You okay now?