
“Oh that isn’t really a polite way of asking ones name is it? My name is Peter; never call me Pete, as I hate short names of an original name.” Ummm? How should he have done this then? This was why he rarely talked to strangers, he apparently always did it wrong somehow. “To answer why they were harassing me I cannot because I myself do not know why they decided to pick on me after I bumped into them. I guess you shouldn’t really mess around with a Hip-Hop group or an artist, they are quite aggressive,” He replied and he nodded slowly, if he believed so maybe he was right about it. “But why did you throw that book at him if it wasn’t for the person who truly saved me I would have been beaten to death and you would of got yourself in trouble.” He laughed bit nervously, really this guy was talking in mysteries for him, "I wasn't exactly thinking when I tossed that book, bad habit that runs in my family. I mean... not thinking before acting- part." Though actually he was pretty sure that his sister and mother had both tossed or hit people with books too... He looked at Peter bit worried, he was so messed up that it was probably better to keep an eye on him in case he'd just faint somewhere. "We should head towards the classroom. You know which way it is?"






