It amazed Dawn how kind and gentle Avery was. A true gentle giant. Trying to hide the loud pounding of her heart, she grabbed her book and placed it over her chest. A part of her wanted to ask Avery to make something else, but she wasn't a fan of asking someone things like that. So, she opened the door. "Are we ready?"
Izzy slammed her head on the plastic cafeteria tables dramatically. "This place stinks! Not a single dorm! This boy-girl rule sucks major ass!" she wailed. The small boy beside her didn't say a word, nibbling on the crust of a pre-packaged peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He wore large glasses that encased most of his head. "Am I right or am I right?!" Izzy demanded of the boy.
He nodded rapidly, "Yes! You're right! It does. It really does."
Izzy sighed, then studied him closer. "What's your name?"
"What?" the boy in glasses asked.
"You heard me, nerd kid. What's your name?"
"Um, Powder."
Izzy laughed. Powder didn't.
"Seriously? Your parents named you Powder?"
"Well, when I was a baby, whenever I looked at gun powder or other explosive stuff, it... exploded."
Izzy scoffed, "That's lame."
"Yeah... I know."
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