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Simon Ishmael Raanan
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Simon - To Be Heard - Hebrew
Ishmael - God Will Hear - Hebrew
Raanan - Fresh, Green, Flourishing - Hebrew
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Male
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Simon stewed angrily, sitting still as his thoughts boiled and simmered in his mind. Why don't they just let me speak already?! I have good ideas, too!
A group of Sand Surfers laughed and joked around with each other. They were sitting on the sand dunes, suggesting ideas for a new invention.
The leader, Bruiser, spoke. "What if we invent a new kind of basketball that's edible?"
"What if it's cotton candy?!"
"Let's make it out of dead mice!"
And on and on the list went, each Sand Surfer speaking, except for Simon. He was sitting in the circle, fairly close to Bruiser, but no one seemed to notice him. Because of this, every time Simon tried to speak, his voice was drowned out by someone else's.
I'm tired of being ignored! Simon stood up, narrowing his eyes. "WILL SOMEONE PLEASE LISTEN TO ME?!" he screeched, silencing all of the chatter around him. His fur stood on end, and his eyes blazed with fury. "FRIENDS ARE SUPPOSED TO LISTEN TO EACH OTHER!" He took a deep breath, trying to get control of his emotions. "You guys don't listen to me. Which must mean only one thing, and that is...you guys were never my friends to begin with." Simon sighed, slowly turning and walking away. "I'm going to find some real friends, instead of fakies like you guys."
Simon heard an uproar of laughter as he left the group. Once he'd gotten out of view of the group, he smiled. "I was never happy when I was around them....Looks like I didn't need those guys after all."
And with that, Simon set off, knowing that while it would be a hard journey, he would find some friends no matter what.
According to this website, I am not over 300 words.
