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We walked for a while, the lights on the walkway leading from the school to main street were lumonescent. I kept my hands in my sweatshirt and he did the same, making me smirk a little at how alike we might be.

"So, you came a long way, right?" He started,

"Yeah,two thousand seven hundred eighty miles." I said, non-chalantly. He whipped his head at me with big "WTF?!" eyes.

"Are you serious? That must have taken forever!" He said, exasperated. So far, i was loving his over-dramatics, they made this entertaining.

"Well, the plane ride was long, but it was more the excitement that was about to burst through my fingers at every picture Angie gave me that really seemed to make the ride seem like it took forever. Where'd you come from?"

"Well, i was in one of the Oceania Islands after Cambodia. You see, while I have a tail of a british accent in my voice, it's only because my parents were British. But they moved with me to Cambodia so they could do more non-profitable charity work," I noticed his eyes got a litte darker and it scared me. His jaw clenched slightly and his hands made balls in his sweatshirt,

"but one day, when I was ten, we were riding with other volunteers in a jeep through a field when we were ambushed by the Khmer Rouge. They're a,"

"A cambodian militia group, i know." I interrupted and finished for him

"yes, that. Well. They ambushed us and forced us all out of the jeep. For the next several days, we lived with them in complete and utter fear, knowing any more or word we said could very well be our last. One night, however, we were in our tents pretending to be asleep, when some American fighter jets flew over us, shooting around the campsite. Immediatly we all were pulled out and the leader ordered us killed. They had started to kill some of the volunteers until there was only two of us left. An older man named Lawrence and I. The leader ordered the soliders to cease fire. He walked up to me and slapped me across the face with a giant ring in his hand to symbolize his power. That's why I have this scar," he stopped, and pointed to his temple. It was the most astounding true story I had ever heard,

"So he told Lawrence, who luckily could speak Cambodian, that they would give us until the break of dawn to get out of their territory. Immediatly, we began running of course, leaving behind what we took with us. Then, realizing that I had forgot a photo of my parents, the only thing I had, I went back to the tent to retrieve it. Of course, I got plenty of evil glares, but their promise remained. I went inside the tent and grabbed the photo. Immediatly, a bomb went off 100yards away. I knew instantly that Lawrence had stepped on an underground bomb that must have been asleep from the war, never activated. It was then that I was truely alone. i was lucky that I went back for that photo, my parents kept me alive I believe.

So I kept walking until I came to a river, it had to be at least 11ft deep, but I knew I was still in their territory. With no oher option, I dived into the water and it turned out to be freezing. I swam across what must have been 30feet across and made it to the other side. In eleven hours, I had made it out of their territory and into a nearby village. So over the years, I had gone from foster home to foster home down the philipeens.One day in Pitcairn, an island in Oceania, Angie found me, and we talked, eventually it was agreed for me to come here. So..voila. Here I am." He said, finishing his story. I was so into the story, I didn't even realize I was already in the pizzaria and sitting in a bench eating a fry.

"wow." I said, shocked,

"How about you?" His eyes lightened, meeting mine.

"Nothing really. I went to a private catholic school, it wasn't my thing, I'm poor as heck, and still somehow managed to come here. My story isn't anything like yours." I actually said in a sad, depressed tone.

"It's actually more interesting than you might think." He said, reading my thoughts,

"What do you mean?" I asked confused,

"Well, everyone has something huge in their life somehow, mine is just out there in the almost not possible way. Yours is simple and actually a cute way to portray it." I looked at him like he was crazy, he went on, "What I can't figure out is how you can seem so tortured inside and yet seem so non-chalant about everything. You won't even tell me one thing really about yourself." He pondered further, his eyes intesifying.

"Well, I've always seen myself as a bother. I don't want to bore people with my life story, and I don't want to get in the way of anything. I don't want to be there." I explained as well as I could, even though it still seemed pretty foggy.

"You've been taught someway that you're not as important as someone else, that you take up time and space." He understood perfectly. I looked back up at him and looked in his eyes, trying not to lose myself again,

"yeah," I murmured. He shook his head

"oh" he said, barely audible. We sat there silently and then I realized how close I was to his face, and I had leant into his face so much, just like he had done the same. I blushed and moved back, he did the same. We looked down at the Hawaiian pizza we had got and both looked out the window the rest of the date..

I MEAN GATHERING