Tamatoshu2
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I peered beside my mamas' dress, at a man across the road. Who was he talking to? I couldn't see anyone... maybe he had magic or something. "Mama! Mama! Who's that man talking to?" I asked my mommy, pulling on her hand.
"He's talking to no one my dear. He's just... like a ruined book, my dear. He looks perfectly fine on the outside, but on the inside everything is jumbled up" my mother replied, smiling as another man bowed to her. Men always stopped to talk to my mama, because my mama's beautiful. She has light skin, sparkly green eyes, and long curly dark red hair. I hope I look like her when I grew up. Well, most men stop to talk to her, the man with the white hat across the road never did. He always talked to people who talked to him, or his friends that I couldn't see. While my mama talked to the man who'd bowed to her, I slipped away. I checked both sides of the road, just as she'd taught me, and I skipped over to the man in the white hat. He was standing on stilts, I saw now. He had light brown skin, but his hair was a light blonde. His eyes were differently colored, one was green and one was brown.
"Hi, what's your name?" I asked, tilting my head. "How old are you?"
"I'm Thomas, spelt T-h-o-m-a-s but pronounced like Toe-moss. I am 14 years old today." he smiled, and he giggled.
"I'm Sarah, and I'm 6 and a half. My mama says you're like a ruined book, does that mean you're made out of paper?" I asked.
"No, it means she thinks I'm crazy my dear" Thomas said. "But I'm not, look closely, what do you see?"
I saw her. I saw the girl he always talked to. The one I couldn't see before. Just then, men in white suits grabbed Thomas and put him in a white jacket, with silver buckles. "Stop! No! What are you doing? I'm not crazy!" he cried out.
"He's not crazy!!!" I screamed, but it seemed that no one heard me. They drove away with him in a dark colored carriage, with barred windows.
"It's no use. They won't listen, they never do..." the girl said, and I noticed that she was shimmery and almost transparent, and I knew that she couldn't talk to people like my mama suddenly. Perhaps it was because people like mama didn't want to speak to people like her.
A week later, Thomas was back across the road. He was pale and shimmery like the girl, but he seemed happier than ever, juggling his bottles and talking cheerfully. Mama said Thomas wasn't there, since she'd heard that he'd died on the trip to the place where they keep crazy people. I don't think she's right... If he's dead, why do I go and talk to him every day now? It's annoying how people always look at me weirdly when I go and talk to Thomas and Kirene, the girl. Who were they to judge my friends? Couldn't they see that my friends are humans too, and made of flesh and blood? What was wrong with them?
"He's talking to no one my dear. He's just... like a ruined book, my dear. He looks perfectly fine on the outside, but on the inside everything is jumbled up" my mother replied, smiling as another man bowed to her. Men always stopped to talk to my mama, because my mama's beautiful. She has light skin, sparkly green eyes, and long curly dark red hair. I hope I look like her when I grew up. Well, most men stop to talk to her, the man with the white hat across the road never did. He always talked to people who talked to him, or his friends that I couldn't see. While my mama talked to the man who'd bowed to her, I slipped away. I checked both sides of the road, just as she'd taught me, and I skipped over to the man in the white hat. He was standing on stilts, I saw now. He had light brown skin, but his hair was a light blonde. His eyes were differently colored, one was green and one was brown.
"Hi, what's your name?" I asked, tilting my head. "How old are you?"
"I'm Thomas, spelt T-h-o-m-a-s but pronounced like Toe-moss. I am 14 years old today." he smiled, and he giggled.
"I'm Sarah, and I'm 6 and a half. My mama says you're like a ruined book, does that mean you're made out of paper?" I asked.
"No, it means she thinks I'm crazy my dear" Thomas said. "But I'm not, look closely, what do you see?"
I saw her. I saw the girl he always talked to. The one I couldn't see before. Just then, men in white suits grabbed Thomas and put him in a white jacket, with silver buckles. "Stop! No! What are you doing? I'm not crazy!" he cried out.
"He's not crazy!!!" I screamed, but it seemed that no one heard me. They drove away with him in a dark colored carriage, with barred windows.
"It's no use. They won't listen, they never do..." the girl said, and I noticed that she was shimmery and almost transparent, and I knew that she couldn't talk to people like my mama suddenly. Perhaps it was because people like mama didn't want to speak to people like her.
A week later, Thomas was back across the road. He was pale and shimmery like the girl, but he seemed happier than ever, juggling his bottles and talking cheerfully. Mama said Thomas wasn't there, since she'd heard that he'd died on the trip to the place where they keep crazy people. I don't think she's right... If he's dead, why do I go and talk to him every day now? It's annoying how people always look at me weirdly when I go and talk to Thomas and Kirene, the girl. Who were they to judge my friends? Couldn't they see that my friends are humans too, and made of flesh and blood? What was wrong with them?
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