He knew that to most people, he was nothing more than a beggar. He hadn't had a haircut in years, his clothes were filthy and ragged, and most kids would keep a wide berth. On top of that, he was a practiced fighter with a strange temper who rarely spoke.
But this boy in white was different. 'He doesn't seem disgusted by me,' Flynn thought. 'He's even talking to me.'
Just as he was lost in thought, the boy scrambled up from the ground and held out his hand. "Hey, let me introduce myself. My name is Hanson."
Staring at the fair, dust-smudged hand, the boy in the black T-shirt jumped to his feet. He hesitated for a second before giving the offered hand a quick slap. "I'm Flynn Lynch."
"Nice to meet you!" Hanson said.
Flynn Lynch raised his thick eyebrows. "Me too."
"Can we be friends?"
"As long as you don't mind."
