Elle Testerman

Pickup, the end of the day. Freedom from the nightmare known as school. I tremble, my hands squeezing the straps of my book bag tight. Nobody could pry my hands off of the dark blue, rough and smooth straps. They were locked in place. My eyes scan the entrance of the building, the bronze brick walls towering over students' heads. Scanning across the clearing one more time to be sure, my eyes detect no threats. No kids, that would hurt. I breathe deeply and push open the glass door....

I remember when we met We never expected to become friends We were so different then And I did not have a single regret Our relationship was small Our conversations were absurd We rarely felt insulted We didn’t hate each other at all Now things are different You were always somewhat cruel Please tell me what I did That turned you indifferent Your words cut deep Deeper than glass And my heart bleeds As I cry myself to sleep I sob because of you Because I remember the friendship we once shared...

Many people wonder what would happen if they met the world's smartest man What would they say? What would be asked? I have met him and I...