F is for Fungus
Fergus hated his nickname. The other kids at school gave him a hard time about it every day.
“Fungus! Furry Fungus! You’re a stinky mushroom!”
Despite how much he despised it, he had to admit that it was quite an advanced play on words for a bunch of ten year olds.
“Do you have mush-room in your backpack, Fungus? Does your dad say you are a fun guy?”
How droll.
What amused him the most though, was how frighteningly close they were to the truth. If they had known that Fergus was, in fact, a super-being who was over 800 years old with global communication networks and a knack for thriving in the darkest times, they would surely be jubilant. For now, though, he had to keep his focus. There were still 8 years to go.