Dialogue Essay: The Death Of Nack

Seth looked at Nack from a crossed the room. Nack was doodling on a piece of laughing to himself, when he looked up and suddenly turned stone cold and looked at Seth angrily before erasing his doodle furiously. Nack was above anything anyone said about him, an enigma. He was simultaneously a C-tier school “bully” and an anxious mess. He was short, and not just like short for a guy, but short compared to anyone. His whole body looked almost rectangular at a distance with a head so flat people used to balance plates and cups on top of it. He had blond hair that mopped on his head like a lawn that hadn’t been trimmed in weeks with a few remnants of frosted tips leaking out of his brush of hair. He was the only one who still got frosted tips, of no will of his own of course, his mom cut his hair and believed that frosted tips were still cool, ever sense people started making fun of him he had taken to trying to hide it. He tried hiding it under hats and growing it out but

If he would walk into a room and see people laughing he would walk up and punch whoever was laughing right in the gut. 75% of the time this was a justified course of action for nick. At the same time if there’s one thing Nack loved it was to make people laugh, he was always doodling small little comics. At lunch, on brakes at work, even in the in the bathroom. Every Friday he would set up a small table by the entrance of the school and sell his comics for 50 cents and every Friday the principal would tell him he couldn’t sell his doodles on school grounds, so he moved his stand right outside of the main building. Seth had purchased on of the comics once and found it very perplexing it was titled “ghost jokes” and below the title were three panels all of which were blank. Nack would usually sit right outside the main building, even in the snow, from seven to eight in the morning before packing