Of all the things Millard had learned in his lifetime, this, by far, was the most alarming of all. Girls? he thought. Like me? No way! Most 15 year old boys would have found this to be a blessing. Not Millard. No, he was a boy who loved his life just the way it was. Hanging out with friends over the weekend, fixing cars at his dads garage, baking cookies with his mom and sister; yeah, that was how he liked it. Well, except for the sister part.
Millard shook his head slowly, laughing incredulously, and closed his locker with a slam. As the door of his locker closed, he pulled his hand out of the way, but not fast enough to keep his thumb from getting caught in the slamming door. Ow! he cried out as pulled his thumb back to see the extent of damage. He sucked on his thumb to help numb the pain while those in the surrounding laughed at him. Millard gave the group a sour look before pulling his thumb from his mouth and moved away from his locker.