Reverend Michael was one of my very good friends. In fact, he was my only friend outside my family. But I saw past the point that he was a priest, and I see that he’s a regular person. Our favorite thing to do was take long walks in the woods and talk. It was mostly what was happening in our families, about his past week’s homily, and what good things happened at school. Most of the time, it wasn’t much. I was a good student and all, but I seemed to have been deemed the unofficial human Whack-a-Mole for the gang of bullies in our school. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m the new kid from Tennessee, or that my family’s almost too poor to buy me new clothes, or some other reason unbeknownst to me. It’s a good thing no one knows about my friendship with Reverend Michael, or they’d get me for that too.