Chapter 3

I almost got knocked off about five times while riding down the street. Pebbles are bigger than you think. Anyway, when I got to the house, there were a bunch of super strong dudes (I swear one of them had a six pack) carrying furniture and such inside. I could tell they worked for the company owning the moving van. Leaning my skateboard against the fence, I snuck into the line and managed to get a lighter box. I saw that it said, "Simon's electronic cords. Property of Simon, do not touch except for Simon." on the top in marker. I followed the line into the house.

A woman was directing the boxes to the right room. When I walked in with a box, she raised her eyebrows slightly, then told me how to get to Simon's room. I thanked her then went to the room. As soon as I entered, I was filled with fear.

Everywhere I could look there were posters of video games, electronic cords, fancy lights, even a green screen in one corner. In another corner there was a huge computer system. There was this kid putting everything up.

He was something else. He had pale blonde hair, HUGE glasses and big inquisitive piercing blue eyes. He was almost but not quite albino. All I could say was, "Dude, you need a tan!"

"Excuse me?" He asked then took the box I had. "I don't mean to offend you, but what your mouth uttered is found extremely offensive in most civilized cultures."

Man, that kid could talk! I mean, I understood everything he said but, seriously? What kid talks like that?

"Well, you must be too uncivilized to be able to fathom manners." He sniffed. He turned on his heel and put the box away. I suddenly felt like showing off.

"I must have a need to apologize for my callous speaking choice. I am deeply sorry I have offended your exquisite self. It was an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance, but you must excuse me for I seem to have missed paying my respects to your revered mother. Good day." I turned on my heel and stalked out of the room. I went down to the door.

"Hi, are you the woman of this home?" I smiled at the lady.

"Yes, I am. Did you meet my son?"

"Yeah, I accidently offended him by sort of suggesting he needed a tan. He started using all these big words and I might've offended him again by back-talking him in the same way." She laughed.

"He needs someone who can match him in fancy words. No offense or anything, but you don't look the type to know fancy words." She responded. I shrugged.

"Eh, comes with the dictionary. Have you ever tried to read it? It's a real effort."

"I bet. Well, maybe sometime you can come by again and hang out with my son. Did he ever introduce himself?"

"Uhh no. Not really no. I do know that his name is Simon because of the box. My name is Sam by the way."

"Sam, pleasure to meet you. My name is Meg." She held out her hand and I shook it.

The End

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