Alexander's Problem

We all have secrets. And we all have problems. Maybe that's the problem with me. Maybe I don't have secrets. Maybe I don't have problems. Well, I don't think I do. Maybe my problem is I have no problems, but wouldn't that be considered a problem? I guess it would be.
I wonder what other people's problems are. Like what's Alexander's problem. He's always quiet during school. He never speaks unless he's being spoken to, which I find odd. Why wouldn't you want to talk? I wonder why he doesn't talk. I wonder what happened to him.
This year, I'm going to find out what his problem is.


1. Day One: Sit with Alexander

    The beginning of the bus ride was like every other average day. People were crowding around each other trying to talk or hang out with their friends. I, being a loner and all, didn't have to deal with people crowding next to me and trying to find out what I did in the fourteen or so hours they weren't with me. I was fine being a loner. I have no problem with that—actually, I don't even have problems in general. Everyone on this bus has a problem, except me. I think that's why I have no friends. If I had problems, then people could relate to me, but since I don't, people can't. Maybe me not having a problem is my problem—just not a normal problem. But I don't see how me not having a problem keeps me from having friends. I could understand things just as well as the next guy—well, unless the next guy isn't very understanding, but who doesn't understand things? I mean, yeah, I may not understand everything, but I still will try to understand. Shouldn't that be enough? Well, I guess not since I don't have any friends because I have no problems. Honestly, I wish I had a problem, so could have a friend, but I don't have a problem. My life is perfect—to me it is. I mean, I've always had what I liked and wanted—not in a spoiled brat way of course. I always worked for what I wanted, and if I couldn't get something, I didn't pitch a fit.—my grades have always been good, my parents are supportive of me, and I've never really been bullied. People never really paid attention to me because I never had a problem. Everyone else on this bus does. They all have different ones—well, some have the same ones. I know Patrick is upset and stressed about his parents always fighting, Tally is always worried about her weight, Derek is overworking himself with soccer so he can get a scholarship, and Eve is trying to hide that she is actually an extremely intelligent person. That's only a few to list. The only person's problem I don't know is Alexander's. Speaking of which, we should be stopping at his hou—and we're at his stop. Talk about great timing.

     The bus doors creaked open as Alexander walked to us. The bus was now completely quiet like it always is when we pick him up. You could hear a needle drop—it was that quiet. For some reason, people never talked when we picked him up. Maybe it was because he always had a black hoodie on with headphones. You could still see his face though. And as usual, he was in his normal attire—black hoodie, black jeans, black converse, and black headphones on. I used to think he only owned black until one day he actually wore grey. That was one of the only times I've seen him wear a different color than black.

      Alexander walked down the bus aisle to the very back where no one will sit. People don't sit there because of how torn up the seats are, and everyone wants to be the first to get off the bus to get in school. . .except for Alexander. He's always last. Well, not today. I'm going to sit with him. 

     Before the bus began to move, I rose from my seat and slowly walked to the back. No one talked while I walked to the back. They all just stared with wide eyes. I don't get what's so spectacular about me going to the back to sit with him. It's normal. . .at least I think so. Is it normal? Probably not considering that no one sits with him ever. Well, I don't care. I'm going to sit with him.

  As I neared his seat, I could hear his music blaring from his headphones. I hope he knows that can hurt his hearing. If he doesn't stop playing his music so loud, he'll probably be deaf by age twenty, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't want that. . .unless he hates hearing noise. But that doesn't make sense because music is noise—just a very nice sounding noise. I don't think he wants to be deaf. 

    And as I sat down next to him, the whole bus filled with gasps. Okay, that was a little unexpected. Somehow hearing the gasps over his music, Alexander glanced up and looked at me for a straight minute before looking away. Wow, I thought he was going to ask me to move or something. I guess he got lonely. Well, everyone would if they always sat alone. I know I would. . .but I already sit alone. Hmm, I guess I never noticed it. I wonder why. Maybe it was because I was always thinking about problems. That's okay though. That time was well spent—at least I think so.




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