(A/N): Now we are back to Noah's POV. I couldn't sleep so I decided to update. *sigh* I hate it when I'm tired but not sleepy! Oh well, back to the story!
After the episode was over, I flicked off the T.V. The next episode was going to come after, but at that moment, I just wasn't in the mood. I lay down on the bed and thought to myself.
Was I really that bad? Well, I guess I must have been. I mean, I saw it on T.V. Man, I acted like a jerk! Why did I act like that? Grr, I really need to shut up! I'm not fooling myself with these questions! I acted that way because I was cocky and I thought that my smarts were good enough to get me through the game. Leshawna was right. Maybe I do need to learn more respect for people.
I got up from my bed and walked out into the hall. I could hear the rest of my family talking on the couch about what to watch on T.V. I decided to join them, something I really never did before. At least not by choice. I entered their conversation near the end of it.
"Alright," said my Dad, not noticing that I had entered the living room, "I think we're all agreed that we wanna watch―" he saw me sitting on the far side of the couch, "Noah? It's nice to see ya."
"Why are you over here?" asked my older sister, "I thought you hated sitcoms."
"I do." I responded quietly. I didn't feel like explaining why I was there. In fact, I didn't feel like talking at all. But I figured that if I was gonna learn how to respect people, first I had to spend time with other people. I didn't like to do this too often. In fact, I avoided people ever chance I got.
"Well, glad to see you over here, Noah!" said my Mom.
We watched the T.V. program in silence. My family was glued to the set, hypnotized by the idiotic plot line that was being portrayed. My mind was somewhere else. I was thinking how I was going to be able to spend time with people without losing my mind. After all, I couldn't do this every night!
Finally, a commercial break came along. My attention went back to the T.V., mainly because I needed something to pay attention to after ten straight minutes of stupidity.
After a commercial about car insurance passed, another commercial caught my particular attention.
"Do you want to feel confident? Do you need to learn respect for your fellow man?" asked the voice on the T.V., "Well, at my martial arts dojo, you will learn the skills needed not only to fight, but to live."
That's it! Martial Arts just might be the answer! I thought I think I read about that once. It is quite an interesting, not to mention time honored, hobby.
Suddenly, the screen flashed a phone number and an address. Luckily, the location was local, which means my parents would more than likely let me take the classes. They have been trying to get me out of the house more often, anyway.
I took a mental note of the phone number. I kept repeating it over and over in my mind as the last ten minutes of the sitcom played. When the show ended, I darted to my room and dialed the number.
I waited for a while for the call to go through, and then I heard the phone ring on the other end. It rang two times before I heard a voice pick up on the other end.
"Hello, Welcome to Martial Arts Dojo. Can I help you?" I heard a voice answer.
"Yeah, you can. What times are your classes?" I asked
