The rumor that he was sad was aggravating to my brother. Troy was an unsuspecting jock. He had the whole hockey team on his side and when one of the nerds would cross their paths, Troy was expected to pay a humorous tribute to them. And the nerd who decided to cross their path outside the ice gym that day was his crush's little brother, Adam. Now Adam and Troy got along and even sometimes hung out after school. But on his way to math class, Adam needed the bathroom next to the ice gym. And here they were, in all their glory, the reigning hockey team at Salt Lakes High.
you know, honestly, i don't know why i write. especially on a blog...it's one blog, one minuscule blog in an entire database of information called the interweb. i don't know why i bother. it just doubles the fact that i am one person in a world of other people and my thoughts are also just one minuscule cluster of opinions. no one cares. and if they care to read just one sentence, that sentence will dissolve from their memory the moment they leave my blog page. i am forgotten, as the people i meet on the streets every day. i see someone different every single day yet i cannot remember any one of their faces. and i am sure i will never meet them again.
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