And she asked him, the most cunning boy in the room.

“How old are you?”
“16 ma’am”
“Lovely. So tell me, what do you think of teen as a teen?”

She smiled after the question. That smile lingered waiting upon his answer.

He didn’t answer it right away. He began to look around the room. He looked into each one if us. That flat face on his face gazed down to our deepest souls. I was the last boy he stared. He smiled at me and went back to her.

We all held our breath waiting for his word. He knew. He enjoyed being at the center of attention. Continue reading “Teens part 1” →