The Second Hand Unwinds

August 19, 2007

 

play for the mood.

We were in fourth grade. I was still tomboyish, but the transition to being a full-fledged female was in the works. He was a kid with a streak of blond in his black hair and a streak of a freak on him. The first time I ever saw him, he was trying to walk through a wall to get to the classroom. I thought that was crazy, because the door was a few inches to his right.  I didn't pay heed to him after that. After all, there's nothing special about a transferee from Japan who, when asked what his three wishes were, said that Mars ought to be clean.

 

Well, that time, I didn't know what would happen in the next six years involving this boy. 

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