Write about: the mimic.
It snowed this afternoon. I realize it's still early February, but it hadn't done that in a while.
Stupid reality, interfering with my dreams of spring...
Oh for... come on! Seriously? How the hell did Tony know I was going to be here?
No. No, I should have known better. He's always around when I least want him to be. Always. There's no escape.
"Hey Graham," Jessica says. Maybe she didn't hear Tony. But now she's waiting for me to say something. I can't just go mute and run for it. Or maybe I can?
Nope, I can't. And it's too late to pretend I didn't hear her. The one time I don't have my earphones in...
"Sorry, Jess... late for class. Gotta run!" I jog away but I needed to sprint to get out of earshot in time.
"Sorry, Jess... late for class. Gotta run!"
And there go my chances with Jessica Lewis. I am never going to get a date with Tony following me around like this. What girl would want to be with someone who has a talking shadow? Especially one who repeats every last thing I say, only as voiced by a mouse who has learned human speech... but who has also just sucked in a giant helium balloon.
Frickin' maniac. I mean, sure, I probably shouldn't have said that thing about his mother and the aquarium. But how was I supposed to have known it was true?!