It was the first week of school. Chris sat in his lonely tree reviewing the day's work. He had on this tree his biology, nature, and medical books all open to the same pages he had learned. He took his notebook and lay down on the trunk and started writing about each review questions he got from Michael Sr.
Chris was so engrossed in his books he didn't see Martin sneak up the tree unto his branch.
"Hey, bro!"
YAA!" Cried Chris. His spook caused the branch to give way. Martin closed his eyes as his brother hit the ground, "Are you okay?"
Chris got up and shook himself. He looked up, "Martin!"
"Sorry, Chris. But having over 300 lbs of stuff on one branch can be dangerous."
"I am not that heavy!"
"Yeah, but the books."
Chris gathered up his books and brushed the leaves from inside. He felt a soft touch on his arm.
"Chris, you're bleeding."
Chris turned and saw Aviva. Of all girls, she was his prize vessel.
"Sweetie!"
Chris was happy to have his girlfriend around him. Aviva was happy also, but stern.
"What did I do? Martin got on the branch and scared me!"
"I know, CK, but your arm.:
Chris looked at both arms and saw blood pouring from his right. "Ohhh..."
Aviva giggled and took out a kit, "I have to wear this because my boyfriend gets hurt a lot." She raised her brows at Chris lovingly.
Chris smiled from ear to ear. Having Aviva call him her boyfriend made him flutter. After a brief bandaging, Aviva said, "Something struck Vanger's memoral Park. Dad wants you guys to go along with us girls and him to see what's up."
Martin smiled, "Cool!"
Chris hestiated, "Is it safe?"
Aviva locked her arm around Chris', "Of course, Sweetie."
Chris picked up his belongings, "Well, I need to put this away. Oh, I can't go actually..."
"Why not, bro?"
"I have a report to outline."
"Chris, what is it?"
"Oh, my report on biology. It's due on Tuesday, two weeks from now."
"You have time," Joked Martin.
"Not if I have a whole resource to look at, bro. I got to find history of biology, the use of biology, and last but not least the importance of biology."
Aviva sighed, "I am sure my Dad will let you go."
"Can't."
Martin said, "Bro."
"I am sorry, Martin. I am sorry, Aviva. I wish I could stay with you, But I am graded according to my time, effort, notes, outline, rough drafts, and my final. I wish to work than play."
Martin and Aviva turned away without regret. Aviva felt a little pride for her friend, but putting work before everything is not just Chris.
Martin stopped and asked, "How are you doing this?"
"Today's Thursday, so today, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday is note-taking days. Monday to Thursday is outlining. Friday is rough draft of report. Saturday is look through, Sunday is double-through. Monday, final draft and completed. Besides I am graded by my time and effort. Rather start now than later. See ya, guys!"
Chris walked away with all his resources in his arms. He went to the nearest library. Martin and Aviva went to Vanger's Park.
That night, Chris sat on his bed, recording all his notecards in his notebook. He had bought a package of lined papers. He was lining his cards by the right subject of his report. At last, he yawned and gathered his cards in their rightful order and lay on his bed and fell asleep.