The thin mist was pressing against the windows at the car as we where driving trough town. While driving we met a lot of people. Some we knew and some we didn’t. I always keep looking at people. Wondering how they are. What they do. What they say and what they mean. I’m good at that. Actually, I’m good at everything that involves thinking. From schoolwork to putting together a motorcycle. The only thing I really can’t do is sports. I can’t do it at all. But that doesn’t bother me. They can flex their muscles, while I can build a digital clock. I wouldn’t switch places with them for the world. It’s just the way I am.
I don’t have many friends. But the one I have is great! His name is John. He isn’t a geek like me. But he isn’t a sports fanatic either. He is just a normal guy. John and I don’t have many commend interests. But that doesn’t really matters for John and me. We don’t do much anyway. We just talk. We talk about everything. Or we can talk about nothing. Just talk. I have known John for five years now. We have been best friends ever sins. John moved to Brighton (that’s where I live) when we where in seven grad. I didn’t have a lot of friends in my old class, so I tried to be friendly to him at once. I suppose that was why we become friends. Since he didn’t have any other at the time. John and I are best friends! There is nothing that can destroy our friendship. Nothing!