Nobody really understood Kevin. It wasn't that he was super strange or difficult.

It was more that there wasn't enough there that anyone wanted to take the time to
understand him. This was a shame as Kevin had many of the answers to the important
questions most people who knew him had. It was even more of a shame that they'd
refuse to listen even if Kevin offered to give them the answers. So, Kevin remained
silent, misunderstood, and kept those important answers to life to himself.
Frank knew there was a correct time and place to reveal his secret and this wasn't
it. The issue was that the secret might be revealed despite his best attempt to
keep it from coming out. At this point, it was out of his control and completely
dependant on those around him who also knew the secret. They wouldn't purposely
reveal it, or at least he believed that, but they could easily inadvertently expose
it. It was going to be a long hour as he nervously eyed everyone around the table
hoping they would keep their mouths shut.
The lone lamp post of the one-street town flickered, not quite dead but definitely
on its way out. Suitcase by her side, she paid no heed to the light, the street or
the town. A car was coming down the street and with her arm outstretched and thumb
in the air, she had a plan.
"It doesn't take much to touch someone's heart," Daisy said with a smile on her
face. "It's often just the little things you do that can change a person's day for
the better." Daisy truly believed this to be the way the world worked, but she
didn't understand that she was merely a robot that had been programmed to believe
this.
Cake or pie? I can tell a lot about you by which one you pick. It may seem silly,
but cake people and pie people are really different. I know which one I hope you
are, but that's not for me to decide. So, what is it? Cake or pie?
The thing that's great about this job is the time sourcing the items involves no
traveling. I just look online to buy it. It's really as simple as that. While
everyone else is searching for what they can sell, I sit in front of my computer
and buy better stuff for less money and spend a fraction of the time doing it.
His parents continued to question him. He didn't know what to say to them since
they refused to believe the truth. He explained again and again, and they dismissed
his explanation as a figment of his imagination. There was no way that grandpa, who
had been dead for five years, could have told him where the treasure had been
hidden. Of course, it didn't help that grandpa was roaring with laughter in the
chair next to him as he tried to explain once again how he'd found it.
The alarm went off at exactly 6:00 AM as it had every morning for the past five
years. Barbara began her morning and was ready to eat breakfast by 7:00 AM. The day
appeared to be as normal as any other, but that was about to change. In fact, it
was going to change at exactly 7:23 AM.