Dialogue Essays: Strangers In The Dumpster

“Axel. Axel. Axel. Axel. Axel, what are you reading? Huh? Is it interesting?” Nicolas asks. “Yes,” Axel responds. “Well then tell me what it’s about,” Nicolas counters. “It is about geology,” Axel answers. “Geology? Sounds kinda dumb.” Axel turned to Nicolas and gave him the look. No, not a look. The Look. To most people it just seemed like Axel was just staring at Nicolas with a slightly grumpy face. But Nicolas knew what it meant. “You have said something stupid.” “Sorry,” says Nicolas. “It is okay,” responds Axel, “But you should not talk about things you do not know about.” “So tell me about it. Is it something to do with maps? Or volcanoes?” Nicolas tries to break apart the word in his mind like his speech teacher told him to do at school. Geo sounded kind of like earth, but he wasn’t sure about the -ology. Ology, ology,
They don’t have any hands! It would be easier to hold it in your mouth… Why don’t people hold stuff in their mouth? It would look weird, but I bet I could do it. I could totally do it. I would just have to find a-,” Nicolas thinks until a kid steps out of the car. He is short. Tiny, really. The kid turns and said goodbye to the driver, and starts walking towards the school building. Nicolas continues to stare at the kid.
The kid walks up to some others kids already waiting in front of the school. He put out his hand for a handshake, the biggest kid in the group moves over to him and promptly pushes him over. The kid falls backward onto the ground, where he just kind of stays. The group of boys are already starting to gang up on him. Nicolas thinks he shouldn’t get involved. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t. He shou-nevermind, he’s getting involved.
“HEY. YOU SHOULD LEAVE HIM ALONE. KOMAAN (COME ON),” Nicolas yells at them, switching to Flemish at the end.
“Hey, there’s that weird Dutch kid,” one of the boys says.
“I’M NOT DUTCH, I’M BELGISCH YOU IDIOTS,” he shouts while running toward them at full