"HEY....um....LAURA!"
Mark usually had to talk loud, since its hard to hear someone about the size of an erasure, but with the sounds going on around the bus, he had to yell extra loud.
He blushed to see her smile down at him in response. Girls rarely smiled at him, so this was big. Well...everything is big to Mark...but nothing it means a lot to him to be acknowledged by a girl, especial what with it being so easy for people to over look him.
"COULD I....UM....COULD I RIDE ON YOUR HEAD?"
He braced himself. He'd asked his sister that once, and he deeply regretted it. Some girls are touchy about their hair, and most freak out of the thought of anything so much as touching it.
"Sure Mark," her srhill, loud voice echoing down to him. She put her palm down next to him.
Relieved, Mark stepped onto her hand and let her lift him up to her head. He climbed out of her fingers and nestled himself next to a big, pink burette.
"It's easier to hear me when I'm up here, isn't it?"
"Hmm...yeah it is, Mark," she replied, with her sweet way of talking.
Mark smiled. He was stunned that even before he'd gotten to school he'd made a friend. She's really a nice girl, he though, especially to make me feel welcome and give me a ride. But there was still something that he didn't understand about her. Why was she so....calm? Most people freak when they see a sixteen year old that's only about the size of their pinkey. Not that he'd met many people in his life. He'd been homeschooled up until now and never really got out much. School was no place for a kid like him. You can't put a two inch kid in with a bunch of normal sized kids; its like throwing catnip to a bunch of crazy kittens. But when Mark turned 15, Mom began to wonder. What about high school? High schoolers are pretty mature. Aren't they? Mark would do fine in high school. Besides he needs highschool, so he can be prepared for college. Surely someone will be his friend, and the kids will be understanding of his growing disorder. Somehow Mark's Mom had made up her mind: Mark was going to high school.
So far, Mark was at ease. Everything was going much better than he'd thought. But, still why did Laura act like his size is no big deal? Maybe she's a lives in neighborhood. Moms always making sure to talk with the neighbors, so maybe she told her about me... he thought. But then an uncomforting thought came to mind. What if Laura's only being nice because she feels bad for me? he thought, After all, she has good reason to....I mean I never knew my dad...I'm as short as a toothpick...
That would make her a care taker, not a real friend, and Mark wanted a friend not someone to "take care of him".
"Laura?" he inquired.
"Yes?" she replys politely.
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