A boy with the olive hat.

He was quite unusual.

The reason?

His brown eyes were staring at me.

What did he want with me?

Better yet, what did he want with my gum?

With luck, my gum has been untouched.

A small sigh escaped my lips.

I found myself, walking to his desk with gum in hand.

With no words to speak, I placed the stick in his hand and left.