Flabbergasted' Chapter 1 I feel FLABBERGASTED. My Physical Education mates are making fun of my thin body. Indistinct insults, referring to other words unknown in this story. Anyway, I'm not Shakespeare. I don't use vivid words like I just did now. So, here was the #life of Hedge, a #life of spontaneous mysteries. At the beginning, Hedge was indignant and FLABBERGASTED. He was bored, often watching TV while sulking. Any time he got mad, only his chin turned crimson. After a few moments, his forehead will turn violently purple, vexing his lips. An interesting boy, Hedge is. "I don't like kindergarten." Hedge groaned. "Don't worry, FOOL!" Tom said, overreacting. "Okay, okay." Hedge yapped, hearing the bold voice of Tom's mouth. "Now, enjoy your day." Tom shouted with effort. Kindergarten was like a prison to Hedge. He was often called 'badger', for nonetheless' sake. "OI, BADGER!" Someone shouted. Hedge just ignored it. Then walked away in the asphalt path in silence. "Hey, I'm talking to you, BADGER!" Someone said again. Hedge ignored it again, covering his ears. "Who could THAT be?" Hedge thought. Who was that person? ---------------––------------------ Sorry that was a short chapter, I'll do a longer one tomorrow.