Josh Masterson
my childhood bully. How could this be possible? How could the I.M.S. program allow for something like this to happen? All I could think about were all the horrible things that were going to happen to me now. Nothing could save me from this immense fool, because once a miniature was assigned to a host family, they could not change. This was a rule enacted to avoid having too many transfers, which just creates a backlog in the system.
I watched as Josh walked into the living room. He certainly had changed since our last years in elementary school. Even though we went to the same high school, I never really saw him. He chose to take all lower-level classes, while I chose classes which prepare students for university. He often hung out behind the school, near the wood-shop classrooms. His group of friends were all pretty awful, so most people just stayed away from that area, in order to avoid any sort of hassles.
I watched as Josh walked into the living room. He certainly had changed since our last years in elementary school. Even though we went to the same high school, I never really saw him. He chose to take all lower-level classes, while I chose classes which prepare students for university. He often hung out behind the school, near the wood-shop classrooms. His group of friends were all pretty awful, so most people just stayed away from that area, in order to avoid any sort of hassles.