Chapter 2

The next day, in Biology class, I sat next to Larry again.

"Hi Petunia," Larry greeted with a bright smile.

"Hi Larry," I greeted back.

"How are you today?" he asked me.

"Pretty good."

"So, where are you from?" Larry curiously asked me a while later as we were working on our partner assignment for the day.

"Bumblyburg."

"What was it like there?"

"Oh, the weather was nice most of the time and there were plenty of places to go to. It was actually larger than this town."

"So, why did your family decide to move here anyway – if you don't mind me asking?"

"Oh, my family didn't decide to move here, I did so I could spend time with my dad while my mom was with her new husband, Brian. Don't get me wrong, though. I just wanted to spend more time with my father and I love my mom, honest."

"Are you happy being here now?"

"Well, I'm happy to spend time with my dad and being at a new school. I look forward to having a great time here too."

Once the bell rang, I told Larry I'd see him tomorrow again before going out of the classroom.

Junior went beside me and told me, looking surprised, "So, is Larry starting to like you or what?"

"Junior, it's not like that. We're just friends."

"Whatever you say. It's just that I've never seen him looking so eager when a girl, any girl, comes his way before."

"Well, I'm sure he looks eager only because he likes being friends with me." Petunia insisted with a frown.

Once I parked at the school the next day, and got out of my truck, I noticed a van speeding right towards me with the driver trying to prevent it from hitting me. Just then, I noticed Larry rushing over to save me, his body creating a huge dent on the side of the van, making it stop completely.

"You all right?" Larry asked me.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," I replied, surprised and also confused about what just happened. "But, how'd you do that?" "What? This?" Larry asked, glancing over at the large dent in the van. "Oh, good question. You see, us... err, we... can run really quickly than others so we can create a great amount of pressure onto other stuff, especially things made out of metal. It's easy... for, uh, me anyway."

We? I thought in confusion. "Wait, Larry, what do you mean 'we'?" I asked him in surprise.

"Oh, uh... nothing. J-just forget I even said 'we'. I meant 'I', not 'we'."

"Hmm," I muttered, looking down in wonder.

End of Chapter 2