Emush Swordfish is a friend of mine. She is older than I am, we have a special friendship handshake, I see her every other day and sometimes she drives by my house to see if I’m outside.
Emush and I are in this club called Peer Outreach. What Peer Outreach does is not really relevant, except for the fact that we put on our high school’s semi formal dance.
So I picked up Emush from her home one fine morning, as we had planned to go to the high school on our day off to make some cardboard sea creatures for the dance.
In the car, Emush told me about a date she went on that weekend, with a guy named Evan. Evan was a tall, large guy, with a ponytail who didn’t really have many intriguing things to say during his date with Emush, and by the end of the date, Emush knew she didn’t want to see this man again. Even after she rejected the man’s offer of a second date, Evan, in a frightening way, continued to pester Emush all night long through texts, asking why he wasn’t good enough for her. This terrified Emush, she had no idea what to do in the situation. So she ignored him, hoping that they would never interact again.
