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"I heard he's only ten and he's doing a GCSE."
"No way. That kid? I heard he's disabled. He's not even spoken to anyone yet."
"I heard he got a scholarship."
"He's a sweet little thing. Maybe he's just shy, and all the rest of his year seem to be just ignoring him."
"Hey kid." A tall boy with messy brown hair sits down on the bench next to Fry, who is engrossed in a book about fish. "Hey, Earth calling kid."
Fry looks up.
His hair is long and he uses the same deodorant as Dad and one of his buttons has come off. He looks about thirteen.
"I'm Bobby." the tall boy says. "That's Grub." He points to the blonde boy hovering nearby. "Word on the 'ground is you been here three days and not talked to anyone yet."
"My name is Alexander but I like to be called Fry which is short for Jefry which is my middle name pronounced Geoffrey spelt J E F R Y."
"Told you he talks." Bobby says to Grub. Then he looks back at Fry. "Nice to meet you Fry."
"Will you write your names in my book so you're not strangers?"
Bobby glances at Grub, who comes over and sits on Fry's other side. Then they both write their names in Fry's book.
"How do you like school Fry?"
Fry considers the question, then replies. "It's okay, but the text books are red and the other kids don't talk to me much."
"Rumour has it you play the keyboard and piano at a grade eight level." Bobby says, getting to the point. "There's a school talent show next week and Grub and I are in a band, but our keyboard player left last term. Would you play for us?"
"What song is it?"
"Hound dog. You know it?"
"Yes. But I need the music the first time."
"That's okay, we have the music. We'll even get you a T-shirt. What do you say?"
"Yes." Fry smiles, but the smile goes quickly when Bobby claps a hand on his shoulder. He squirms away and resists the urge to lash out.
"I don't like being touched."
"Oh, er, okay." Bobby withdraws the hand. "So, band practice at lunch in music room four?"
Fry nods and goes back to his book.
"No way. That kid? I heard he's disabled. He's not even spoken to anyone yet."
"I heard he got a scholarship."
"He's a sweet little thing. Maybe he's just shy, and all the rest of his year seem to be just ignoring him."
"Hey kid." A tall boy with messy brown hair sits down on the bench next to Fry, who is engrossed in a book about fish. "Hey, Earth calling kid."
Fry looks up.
His hair is long and he uses the same deodorant as Dad and one of his buttons has come off. He looks about thirteen.
"I'm Bobby." the tall boy says. "That's Grub." He points to the blonde boy hovering nearby. "Word on the 'ground is you been here three days and not talked to anyone yet."
"My name is Alexander but I like to be called Fry which is short for Jefry which is my middle name pronounced Geoffrey spelt J E F R Y."
"Told you he talks." Bobby says to Grub. Then he looks back at Fry. "Nice to meet you Fry."
"Will you write your names in my book so you're not strangers?"
Bobby glances at Grub, who comes over and sits on Fry's other side. Then they both write their names in Fry's book.
"How do you like school Fry?"
Fry considers the question, then replies. "It's okay, but the text books are red and the other kids don't talk to me much."
"Rumour has it you play the keyboard and piano at a grade eight level." Bobby says, getting to the point. "There's a school talent show next week and Grub and I are in a band, but our keyboard player left last term. Would you play for us?"
"What song is it?"
"Hound dog. You know it?"
"Yes. But I need the music the first time."
"That's okay, we have the music. We'll even get you a T-shirt. What do you say?"
"Yes." Fry smiles, but the smile goes quickly when Bobby claps a hand on his shoulder. He squirms away and resists the urge to lash out.
"I don't like being touched."
"Oh, er, okay." Bobby withdraws the hand. "So, band practice at lunch in music room four?"
Fry nods and goes back to his book.