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Chapter Twenty-One: Problems and Dreams

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"The difference between school and life? In school you're taught a lesson then given a test, in life you're given a test that teaches a lesson." -Tom Bodett

Antonio was in Marine Bio wondering why his teacher was so insane. He had started out class by explaining to them, once again, why sharks were just lonely. "Personally," said the other boy at their group as their worksheets were passed out. "I don't blame the sharks."

"Why?" Antonio asked.

"Well if someone came into my home wearing nothing but a speedo, I think I would probably attack him too."

Antonio started laughing, then began working on his worksheet.

"He's delusional..." Lily was saying.

"Who Mr. Ander?"

"No, Andre."

"Ah."

"He insists on letting Brett get away with being a jerk."

"Why?"

"Who knows. I keep telling him to tell someone, but he won't listen to me."

"Maybe telling someone will make it worse," Antonio suggested rubbing his knee absentmindedly.

She shrugged. "Someone needs to stop him, and the two of them getting in a fight will do nothing but get them in trouble."

Emily was drawing a house with charcoal. She'd discovered that art was something different everyday. She glanced over at the quiet girl who was sketching swiftly. Emily wondered what she was drawing. She tilted her head and studied her own picture. She'd never been the best at drawing, but it was ok.

She jumped back as water suddenly spilled all over her paper. She stood up and looked at Ashley who was smirking. "Oops," she said. "Sorry."

Emily felt herself getting angry. She'd only known this girl for a day, but she really didn't like her. Ashley walked back to her table. Emily looked for the art teacher, but she was helping another student and hadn't seen anything. Emily looked sadly at her ruined project. She picked the paper up and threw it in the recycling bin. She grabbed a new paper and reached for a piece of charcoal. She looked around her table and couldn't find any of the pieces she'd been using.

Someone behind her laughed. She turned around and saw Ashley and her friends were drawing, with notably more pieces of charcoal then they'd started out with. She sighed. She turned back to her blank paper. From the corner of her eye she saw someone sit down. She looked over and saw the quiet girl sitting, albeit as far from Emily as she could, at the table. Her cup of charcoal pieces was between the two of them. Emily smiled, her spirits lifting a little.

She took a piece slowly. Quiet Girl glanced up, but then went back to her work. Emily took the piece and started drawing again. The two girls worked silently. After ten minutes Emily looked over at Quiet Girl's work. Her eyes widened. She had drawn a beautiful picture of a forest. She's really talented, Emily thought.

Quiet Girl stayed focused on her drawing, never even looking at Emily.

"For the last time Hayley," Kyle said irritated, "I do not want to what about some stupid momentum thing the Mythbusters did."

"Why not?"

"Because first of all, we're supposed to be working. Second of all, Mythbusters isn't science. It's five people blowing stuff up."

She shrugged. "It works for me."

"Is it always like this?" Kevin asked Brooke.

She nodded, not looking up from the doodle in her notebook. "Yup. Always."

"What exactly is scientific about blowing stuff up?!" Kyle asked.

"Consider yourself lucky," Brooke said. "You haven't heard their argument over what the definition of science is."

"Science is the study of how the world works," Hayley said. "So logically..."

"I spoke to soon." Brooke got up and walked up to the teacher's desk. Kevin half listened to the conversation the other two members of the group were having. "Come on," Brooke said returning and nudging him.

"What?"

"Lest go. He gave me a pass for us to leave."

"And go where?"

"Anywhere. Come on, we're done our work and those two are going to be arguing until the bell rings."

"I didn't know," Kevin said.

"Listen," Kyle said. "Let me tell you why an explosion shouldn't, be considered scientific."

"On second thought I'm right behind you," Kevin said. He grabbed his bag and followed Brooke out of the classroom.

She sighed with relief. "Thank god. I swear I can't stand to listen to them argue anymore."

"Why do they do that all the time?" Kevin asked as they walked leisurely down the hall.

Brooke shrugged. "Who knows? They're both geniuses when it come to science. Mark my words years from now they'll be arguing in some Harvard engineering lab."

"Do you want to be a scientist?" Kevin asked.

She smiled. "How about no."

"The what do you what to do?"

"Teach gymnastics."

"Are you a gymnast?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I've been doing it my whole life. It's all I've ever wanted to do."

"Cool," Kevin said nodding.

"What about you, since we're on the subject. What's your future goals?"

To save the world. "To be in the Olympics," he answered.

She gave him a sly smile. "You don't say? What sport?"

"Swimming."

"Cool. Best of luck to you. Maybe I'll see you there."

"You trying for it too?"

She nodded. "I went to the qualifiers for Beijing and London, but no dice."

"You've tried twice?" he asked.

"Yeah. Last time I less than ten points away from making the team."

"That's both amazing and sucks at the same time."

"Tell me about it. I was so disappointed. But who knows," she shrugged. "Maybe in four years I'll get my chance again."

"I hope you do," Kevin said, thinking he wanted all her persistence to pay off.

"I hope you do too," she said as the bell rang. "Come on, lets go kill our arms in gym."