Leaving Earth

Why would I be the first to introduce myself, when you could so gracefully do it. 

Ok, fine. My name is Landon Mars and you’re probably gonna think I’m weird. Graceful enough?

——…. You’re Eugene, right? 

Yeah, that’s right. And your name is Beatrice?

Mhm, continue on, did you see the sights?

I mean, I saw some sights, but I don’t know if they were the sights. There were a lot of trees and cool plants. But you probably find that boring.

—.. Should I know you?

I don’t know you, so probably not. My name’s Beyonce.

You should probably introduce yourself, before you just say that you’re back. 

Or maybe you should introduce yourself before replying to a stranger.

That actually sounds a bit frightening, but I’ll leave you and your endeavors alone. I guess so, really. We’re one of those overly friendly, quaint towns, so I find it hard to believe we don’t have a “Griffintown Comeback Society” newsletter. 

It's better if you don't know. I'm kidding, my life isn't a messed up young adult novel. Yeah, everyone knows everyone around here it seems     kind of skeeves me out.

—.. You left?

Very funny. Don't act like you didn't think about me at least three times.

"I feel like there should be some sort of party — but at the same time, yay for you? but seriously, post on twitter that you left."

"I also feel like there should be a party. That's on you though, I'm afraid. I can't throw my own party. And I don't have a twitter, man."

Uh, at least my excuse didn't have anything to do with an animal or a funeral.

You were gone?

No, I've been secretly living in your closet this whole time. You have an interesting clothing style, by the way.

You are literally the third person I’ve talked to today that’s said that they’ve officially made their comeback. Was there some sort of trip I missed out on or what? 

Really? I'm pretty sure no one from this town was where I was. But, I'm sorry you missed the memo. Are you subscribed to the Griffintown Comeback Society newsletter?

What the fuck are you wearing?

It's a costume. You know, this is like the third conversation we've had where you just insult me.

You don’t think that jacket is a little too big for you, babes? 

No, it's the perfect length. It gets as close as it can to the ground without touching it.