Chapter 3—Walter Mitty
We sat in the middle of Leo's apartment, staring at a blank sheet of paper. There was a perfectly sharpened pencil right next to the notebook, but no one was touching it. No one was touching anything. I smiled, picked up the pencil, and wrote "Once upon a time..." Leo glanced down and chuckled. I passed the pencil to him. First, he gave me a confused look. But then, he wrote, "there was a girl who could kiss the wind and dance on the water." I returned with, "She was not magical nor was she cursed. She just could."785Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLIznIaeLlP
"She could because she believed so. The girl believed she could kiss the wind, dance on water, talk to the horses, swim through the sun's rays, and see through even the darkest of nights."785Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmJI0oZipC7
"This girl only needed her mind to take her places. Her mind gave her the ability to do such things. She only needed the gift of imagination."785Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtoZDoya6ea
"With her heart set, the girl traveled through the most dangerous of forests. She fought off bandits with her eyes closed. She took on a giant snake with one hand behind her back."785Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1ebkrzK42p
"There was one thing the girl didn't like though. She didn't like that she accomplished everything. She wanted a challenge, to be able to dream. Isn't that the point of everything—to dream?"785Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbuXtkFLa8Q
"So, when she reached the end of the forest, she gave up her power. She gave it up because the greatest thing life can offer is surprise. She wanted the surprise of having to work for something magical to happen. The girl turned back around, started walking home, and began to dream."
After I left his apartment, Leo sighed and thought about the day. Then, he thought about what we wrote and how it tied into his life. Leo wanted different. We both wanted different. I was at my apartment reading "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty." I really thought of Leo as a Mitty. Actually, that was exactly what he was. Leo Blanchard was a Walter Mitty. My best friend, Peter was next to me, peeking over my shoulder. After about 5 minutes, I grew annoyed.785Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVPBhd81Mz4
"You know, the point of reading is to stay focused and to soak up the content like a sponge. Can't you see you're disrupting my sponging?" He cracked a smile.785Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9fOwPzRu7h
"You said we were going out to eat." He said.785Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQalYSY7DPW
"In an hour." I remarked.785Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmgE8LNsxbU
"I'm hungry."785Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8f1AkOBDzZ
"I'm Dar-"785Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2wMZcOrea9
"Don't you freakin dare pull that on me. I already have to visit my dad once a week, and he still won't drop that shit."785Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1rSXfWf7Or
I chuckled, flipping to another page.785Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbs1fIhaly9
"I like your dad."785Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW9p4D7xOLl
"Everyone likes my dad, Wendy. That doesn't mean I'll like him anymore." I smiled. When we were 15, I gave Peter the name Peter Pan because his boyish laugh and face stuck with him his whole life. He returned with Wendy because I was so protective of others, and I hung out with him. I rolled my eyes.785Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡauMC2njg1j
"Look, do you really want to go now?" I asked, tearing my gaze away from the book. He gave me adorable eyes and whimpered "yes." I groaned and grabbed my bag.785Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL5NVEdIQeY
"Fine, let's go." Peter jumped off the couch and grabbed his shoes.785Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfmvnOKWZJp
"We're going to Olive Garden." I told him. We left my apartment.
