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My name's Sam and I'm 13. Every day I sit behind a kid on the bus who wears his beats, plays loud music and never says a word. All day. He sits alone at a table and never talks. And I don't think he's ever smiled. He makes a really big point of never smiling. It's so weird, it's like he's never heard of happiness. I heard a rumour that once at his old school they'd gotten him to laugh once and no one would tell me what it looked like. All they say is "It was horrible, it was like staring into the jaws of hell itself." But of course I don't believe that, who would? So one day I decided to talk to him. I walked up and said "Hey dude, I'm Sam. What's your name?" He just shook his head. "Okay" I said "how come you don't talk?" He began to reach into his pocket, he pulled out his iPod and went into the note section and began to write something. He wrote "People don't like it when I do." I didn't quite understand why, maybe he had an annoying voice.
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My name's Sam and I'm 13. Every day I sit behind a kid on the bus who wears his beats, plays loud music and never says a word. All day. He sits alone at a table and never talks. And I don't think he's ever smiled. He makes a really big point of never smiling. It's so weird, it's like he's never heard of happiness. I heard a rumour that once at his old school they'd gotten him to laugh once and no one would tell me what it looked like. All they say is "It was horrible, it was like staring into the jaws of hell itself." But of course I don't believe that, who would? So one day I decided to talk to him. I walked up and said "Hey dude, I'm Sam. What's your name?" He just shook his head. "Okay" I said "how come you don't talk?" He began to reach into his pocket, he pulled out his iPod and went into the note section and began to write something. He wrote "People don't like it when I do." I didn't quite understand why, maybe he had an annoying voice.
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Over time I had many conversations with this boy but had never seen him smile or heard his voice. One day, he gave me his phone number. I called him later that night and heard his voice for the first time, there was nothing wrong with it. It was low and very smooth, no problems there. Maybe he just didn't like it. One day I met up with him and he wouldn't speak. I said to him "You talk to me on the phone, why won't you talk to me here?" He pulled out his iPod and wrote one simple word. "Because." We met up lots of times and had lots of fun. He really was my best friend and he still wouldn't talk to me in person, I guess that was ok. I couldn't judge him, I didn't understand him. Later in the year people started to go missing, and whenever they would, there would be laughter behind a closed door. Or so the rumour said. My best friend was nowhere to be found, people were saying all sorts of crazy things. "He's missing, he's dead or he deserved it." I felt sorry for him having all these horrible things said about him and after school decided to go and see him. I got on my bike and rode to his place, 3 blocks from the school. I knocked on the door and no one answered for about 20 minutes so I let myself in. I heard laughter and talking coming from the basement, so I went down there to find the most horrific sight ever seen. I saw all the missing people with their body parts rearranged and nailed to the walls. He was with a girl in the basement, and she said "Want to see why he never smiles?! Show him!" The nameless boy began to smile with his mouth wide open and began to reveal a set of metallic, bloodstained fangs. He began to smile wider and reveal more and more of these horrible fangs. He dug his fangs into his gums and started to bleed as the grin got wider and wider. He stretched it so wide he had torn his bottom lip, blood was dripping down his chin going all over his shirt as he screamed in a high, horrible, piercing voice "Do you understand now?!"
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Over time I had many conversations with this boy but had never seen him smile or heard his voice. One day, he gave me his phone number. I called him later that night and heard his voice for the first time, there was nothing wrong with it. It was low and very smooth, no problems there. Maybe he just didn't like it. One day I met up with him and he wouldn't speak. I said to him "You talk to me on the phone, why won't you talk to me here?" He pulled out his iPod and wrote one simple word. "Because." We met up lots of times and had lots of fun. He really was my best friend and he still wouldn't talk to me in person, I guess that was ok. I couldn't judge him, I didn't understand him. Later in the year people started to go missing, and whenever they would, there would be laughter behind a closed door. Or so the rumour said. My best friend was nowhere to be found, people were saying all sorts of crazy things. "He's missing, he's dead or he deserved it." I felt sorry for him having all these horrible things said about him and after school decided to go and see him. I got on my bike and rode to his place, 3 blocks from the school. I knocked on the door and no one answered for about 20 minutes so I let myself in. I heard laughter and talking coming from the basement, so I went down there to find the most horrific sight ever seen. I saw all the missing people with their body parts rearranged and nailed to the walls. He was with a girl in the basement, and she said "Want to see why he never smiles?! Show him!" The nameless boy began to smile with his mouth wide open and began to reveal a set of metallic, bloodstained fangs. He began to smile wider and reveal more and more of these horrible fangs. He dug his fangs into his gums and started to bleed as the grin got wider and wider. He stretched it so wide he had torn his bottom lip, blood was dripping down his chin going all over his shirt as he screamed in a high, horrible, piercing voice "Do you understand now?!"
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