ZH_85: GUESS WHAT

Puff_Greenie: CHICKEN BUTT?

ZH_85: FUNNY, U R FUNNY

Puff_Greenie: THANX, WHAT?

ZH_85: I’M GOING BACK TO EUROPE!

Puff_Greenie: BACK? U’VE BEEN THERE BEFORE?

ZH_85: 3 TIMES. I CAN’T WAIT! I’M GONNA BE THERE A WEEK! THIS IS SOOOO COOL!

Puff_Greenie: WHY HAVE U BEEN TO EUROPE 3 TIMES?

ZH_85: FAMILY BUSINESS

Puff_Greenie: THAT’S WHAT U ALWAYS SAY. WHAT KIND OF FAM BUSINESS IS THIS? DO A LOT OF PPL DIE IN UR FAM OR SOMETHING?

ZH_85: LOL NO! WE TRAVEL A LOT BECAUSE OF.... WORK

Puff_Greenie: WHAT KIND OF WORK?

ZH_85: UM.......... HOW’S THE WEATHER IN IL?

Puff_Greenie: ZAC! COME ON!

ZH_85: THAT’S WHAT THE WEATHER’S LIKE? COOLNESS! I’M A WEATHER! :)

Puff_Greenie: ZAC!

ZH_85: WHAT?!

Puff_Greenie: YOU NEVER ANSWERED MY Q!

ZH_85: I....... G/G. IKE WANTS ON.

Puff_Greenie: ZACHARY!

ZH_85: LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT. BUT I REALLY DO HAVE TO GO. I’LL EMAIL U. BYE-BYE

There he went again, avoiding my questions. I had noticed over the past few weeks as we got to know each other that he seemed to dodge a lot of my personal questions. i guessed he wanted to be safe but they weren’t things that could get him in trouble. They were simple questions such as “What part of Oklahoma are you from?” and “How many brother’s and sisters do you have?”. All I knew about him so far was that he lived in Oklahoma, his name was Zac, he was 14, he had a brother named Ike, and he traveled a lot. Any further questioning of him was answered with either an “I have to go.” or a change of subject. Frustration didn’t even begin to explain what I was feeling.

I sighed and checked my BUDDY list to see if anyone was on. My friend, Faith, was on. I started chatting with her.


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