My life is the plainest of plain, the normal-est of the normal, that is unless you don't count every day since September the 3rd 2009, exactly 3 days after my 7th birthday and the day I made my first friend, Peter Foley Saine. We have been next door neighbors our whole lives and we've been partners in crime since October 20th 2014 (5th grade) when we skipped school and hung out in the forest till sunset.
So to say the least he is the most important person in the world to me (Yes even more then my little brother Jude). He knows everything about me and I know everything about him. Like my mom says "You two are thick as thieves", but I am getting way ahead of myself, This is the story of how Peter lost his mind (fine he only lost his memory but mind sounds cooler in every way).
August 1, 2018. Peter's 15 Birthday
It was about 6:00 in the morning when I heard buzzing from the goddamn Walky-Talky's, we hadn't used those things in months and yet they always worked perfectly when you just wanted to fucking sleep. I picked up the homemade rinky-dink radio (we made them when we were 10 okay) and in a groggy voice said, "What in the everlasting name of hell do ya want."
"Good morning to you too Wade," said Peter his voice annoyingly cheerful at this early hour.
"Petey it's 6 am, I choose to believe it's still night," I remarked, the grogginess only slightly falling a way.
"Well the sun outside my window says differently. Anyways," he said drawing out the n, "I need you, Griff and Angel at my house by 6:30."
"Why," I questioned.
"Cuz it's my birthday, silly," he said once again being annoyingly (endearingly) cheerful.
"Ok fine, see ya in a half," I said with a sigh.
"See you in a half," Peter conformed before tuning out.
I pulled on my red jacket and black combat boots before turning the dial to Eric's Channel.
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A book of randomness
RandomAs the title implies this is truly a book of randomness although it is mostly just short stories and mountains of quotes.
