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Interview with RegisI finally located Regis leaning against a wall in Hall Cafe. The boy had his arms folded; but walked to where I stood as I beckoned him over. Taking a seat I ordered coffee, while he sat the opposite of me staring at nothing in particular; he reminds me of a lifeless corpse, since his eyes were emotionless. When I ask if I might trouble him with a few questions he gave no objection, so I decided to start the interview.
"Now Regis, how old are you?"
Eyes focusing on me, he crosses his arms over his chest.
"I'm 16 years old."
"You're quite young." I commented
He cocked an eyebrow
"Oh, never mind"
He continued to stare at me with his pale pink eyes that gleamed in the dim light of the cafe.
"Um...just to make sure, you are a boy right?"
He glared angrily at me like a hawk
"What makes you think that I'm not?"
"Well...um...the colour of your eyes..."
He continued to glare at me, so I decided not to press him further.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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