Sometimes whether I like it or not I need my brother's guidance. Like when I was learning how to ride a bike, or when I was teaching myself how to play the guitar. And right now, I need a little guidance.
"Hi Noah," I said when I heard the tone for his voicemail, "Sorry for calling you in the middle of the day like this but I need some help. Call me when you can."
I hung up the phone and stuck it back in my pocket. I felt nervous, I need help but I don't know what I'm supposed to tell him. He doesn't even know that I go to McKinley, let alone the fact that I'm in the New Directions.
I pushed it out of my mind. I'd have to deal with it. I can't afford being distracted during algebra. Ms. Key hates me enough as it is simply because Noah's my brother.
