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When I started school in the fall, I looked everywhere for Chance. In our tiny school it was hard to figure out that he was not there.

            “Where do you go to school?”

            “I’m home schooled.”

“What the heck?”

“Forget about it, how are you?” He asked. I switched the phone to my other ear.

“I wanted to see you at school. You’re my only friend.” So, not good?

“Want to hang out on Saturday?”

“Lunch?”

“I’ll pick you up.”

My grandparents love Chance.

“He’s a good boy,” Grandpa says, “I respect him, and that’s unusual.” Summer had passed and Grandpa was doing better every day. He was getting stronger just like me and Chance. And, yes, I was feeling it. There could be a me and Chance.