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I'm just one of those people who look baggy in everything. I'm short, incredibly skinny, jumpy and nervous. Very, very, nervous. I had messy light brown hair that likes to cover my eyes from the people around me. My dad never took me for a hair cut. Actually he never let's me out the house.But this time he did. I was told to get the paper, and if I wasn't there in the next 5 minutes he'll have to chase me down.
The door knob turned as I pushed open the door, lightly moving onto the steps, which seemed to be frozen or something. Little white flakes speckled from the sky, and I giggled at the flakes falling around me. One landed on meh nose, and I smiled for the first time.
"You act like you haven't seen snow." A taller boy, probably same age snorted to himself. He was holding a bag, full of letters and wearing a blue cap. I gaped at him, wondering how long he's been there for.
"Wh-what's sno-snow?" I did my usual stutter, while his eyes widened and looked at me if I was a total weirdo. So that explains the white stuff from the sky. He edged closer to me and picked up a handful of 'snow' from the ground. He chuckled and shaped it into a ball, coming closer towards me.
"This." He gave me the ball. "Is snow." It trickled from my hand, and I giggled at how cold it was. He smiled at me, which got wider as I smiled back. A hand patted from my back and and grinned from ear to ear.
"Oh yes, I'm Mike by the way." He grinned wider, and slowly started to take a step back. I thought for a moment, only realising he wanted my name too.
"Oh. Um. I'm J-Jeremy." I pulled a weak smile, and he nodded while turning back. He waved a hand to me, grinning for ear to ear again. I waved back smiling slightly.
"I hope we meet again, Jeremy." He threw me a newspaper before he left, and disappeared down the road. I turned to return the paper to my father, but was blocked. By him.
"Who was that!?" He growled, grabbing my collar and throwing me into the hallway. I cut my head on a broken beer bottle I fell onto, but only did a small drizzle of blood. Nothing serious. But this Mike, he seems nice. Nice enough I guess.
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