This Is An S.O.S.

Just so you know, all the talking is the way that's talked about in the beginning.

we were in art class, and Travis sat in front of me where Angela usually sits. My teacher started talking to me, but her lips weren't moving at all. I was the most confused person ever. She told me that we could talk without really talking in a way. Not a lot of people knew about it, you had to say the person's name first to make it work.

I thought to use it on Travis as my first person.

"Travis. I've never used this before, so if you actually hear this, poke my finger." I put my hand on the table. He put his oddly cold hand on mine as the guy next to him got up.

My eyes went wide and all I could say was "oh. My. God." He just looked at me wierd.

"Do you really like her? I mean, you guys hug each other and whatnot but you really don't seem to like her. Anyways, she's made you hug her all lunch instead of play like you used to." Yeah. Its been bugging me.

"Actually, she's stopped. I just choose to not play unless they loose the ball or Jessica's not here." He sounded truthful, but I'm really bad at determining it.

All day, we walked around talking like this