Digesting Socks

"I saw that Billy"

He turns. His shing blue eyes meet mine. His body masked by faux fur and mind working like clockwork.


"Stay off the Panda Pops fatty" I regret just saying that...

"Shut the muck up!" He doesn't say muck. Actually he said some thing rhyming, too rude to say.

"Billy! Miss Baker might hear you!?"

"So?" He says as if its No Big Deal.

"So, how would you like to be isolated?"

He walks away, drooping in a threatning way.

"Typical Billy" Says a voice behind me that makes me jump...

The End

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