Role: Feral
Status: Day (Raining)
Location: Park
Items: Notebook, pen, The Super Spy’s Guide
Oh really? I thought no one can live without a computer. He wondered, even the school janitor has a Windows 98. Then he remembered Waldo from the other class whose house got flooded. Maybe Miss Vierra didn’t have a place to live? Was that one thing he could provide for her if he ever needed her aid? But how can a 14-year old provide someone a house?
"I'd say we're acquaintances. Age doesn't matter in friendship, yea?"
First Aiden thought he had somehow offended her because she mentioned ‘age’. You never are supposed to say the words ‘age’ or ‘weight’ in front of a woman. He gulped nervously when she reached out a hand for him.
Then, when she put her hand on her head he felt a sudden yet great surge of encouragement and comfort. He looked up to her eyes and saw all traces of distrust on him gone. He knew she had smiled at him.
“Thanks!” He gave her the happiest of grins. Part of him never wanted her to take off her hand. “We’re friends. I’ll keep in touch with you!”
He took out a set of cards from his pocket and handed it to her. They looked like they were cut from school index cards. In the neatest writing a 14-year old could muster, it stated his name in big letters, with a title underneath in smaller print:
Aiden Hayes
Kid Detective Extraordinaire
(Not a psychoanalyst)
His number was written on the bottom right corner of the pseudo calling card. The Super Spy’s Guide said it would be smart to provide trustworthy people he’d meet with his own contact details so that they can keep in touch. In all endeavors, allies are crucial to success. Though, mother told him never to give out their address to anyone.
“Please take this and call me anytime, except Mondays to Fridays, eight A.M. to three P.M. I have school by then. Well, thanks for your help!” He walked away backwards for a few steps while waving good bye. “We’ll see you sooner than you might think. Bye!”