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Chapter 5: What Other People Think
"Lars, wake up!" I opened my eyes on Saturday morning to see my mother staring down at me.
"It's Saturday; no school," I said as I started to close my eyes again.
"Tutoring," she reminded me. Damn. She got me. I woke up and started to get ready.
When I got there, I tutored an eighth grader named Rob Curtis. He looked totally uninterested as I tried to teach him the different types of triangles. When I asked him a question, he slammed his fist on the desk and stood up. "This is bullshit!" he shouted as he stormed out of the classroom. Reggie, who was right behind me tutoring Sherry Qin, watched him and then looked at me sympathetically.
"I think so too," I whispered to myself as I shut the textbook. I looked up at the clock. Thirty more minutes to go. I walked out of the classroom as Reggie watched me. I don't what was up with her, but she was always looking at me. Like an innocent child. But like I said before, only God Himself knows what's going on in her mind.
When I got on the bus after the tutoring program let out, I slumped into the seat and put my Blink 182 CD in my portable CD player. I leaned my head on the back of the when I noticed Reggie looking at me. She got up and started walking towards me. Oh great, I thought. She sat down next to me and smiled the sweet smile that she gave everybody.
"Hey," she greeted me, as if we were friends. But hey, who said she couldn't dream? "Wanna buy some raffle tickets?" she asked. "We're raising money for new computers at the school."
"No," I said to her as I rolled my eyes and laid my head back down on the back of the seat. She continued to look at me.
"I saw what happened. Maybe you can get to him through a different strategy," she said to me as I cynically looked at her. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.
"Is this your idea of small talk?" I asked her. Her smile quickly dropped from her face. She looked down at her Bible. She always carried that thing around, along with that old green sweater.
"Look, please don't think that you know me, because you don't," she said to me, looking pleadingly in my eyes. I had to smirk at this one.
"But I do," I told her. "We've been in the same classes since kindergarten. You're Regina Rocket. You wear the same sweater everyday. You carry that Bible around. You visit the orphans at the orphanage everyday. You like to look at your feet when you walk. And finally, you tutor disadvantaged kids on Saturdays. How does that sound?" I snapped at her, then leaned back on the seat.
"Very predictable," she replied as she grinned at me.
"You don't care what other people think about you?" I asked her, with a confused look on my face. She smiled at me.
"No," she said as she slightly shook her head. She smiled at me and then went back to her own seat. Weird, I thought. Reggie Rocket wanted to talk to me. When was this day gonna end?
Chapter 5: What Other People Think
"Lars, wake up!" I opened my eyes on Saturday morning to see my mother staring down at me.
"It's Saturday; no school," I said as I started to close my eyes again.
"Tutoring," she reminded me. Damn. She got me. I woke up and started to get ready.
When I got there, I tutored an eighth grader named Rob Curtis. He looked totally uninterested as I tried to teach him the different types of triangles. When I asked him a question, he slammed his fist on the desk and stood up. "This is bullshit!" he shouted as he stormed out of the classroom. Reggie, who was right behind me tutoring Sherry Qin, watched him and then looked at me sympathetically.
"I think so too," I whispered to myself as I shut the textbook. I looked up at the clock. Thirty more minutes to go. I walked out of the classroom as Reggie watched me. I don't what was up with her, but she was always looking at me. Like an innocent child. But like I said before, only God Himself knows what's going on in her mind.
When I got on the bus after the tutoring program let out, I slumped into the seat and put my Blink 182 CD in my portable CD player. I leaned my head on the back of the when I noticed Reggie looking at me. She got up and started walking towards me. Oh great, I thought. She sat down next to me and smiled the sweet smile that she gave everybody.
"Hey," she greeted me, as if we were friends. But hey, who said she couldn't dream? "Wanna buy some raffle tickets?" she asked. "We're raising money for new computers at the school."
"No," I said to her as I rolled my eyes and laid my head back down on the back of the seat. She continued to look at me.
"I saw what happened. Maybe you can get to him through a different strategy," she said to me as I cynically looked at her. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.
"Is this your idea of small talk?" I asked her. Her smile quickly dropped from her face. She looked down at her Bible. She always carried that thing around, along with that old green sweater.
"Look, please don't think that you know me, because you don't," she said to me, looking pleadingly in my eyes. I had to smirk at this one.
"But I do," I told her. "We've been in the same classes since kindergarten. You're Regina Rocket. You wear the same sweater everyday. You carry that Bible around. You visit the orphans at the orphanage everyday. You like to look at your feet when you walk. And finally, you tutor disadvantaged kids on Saturdays. How does that sound?" I snapped at her, then leaned back on the seat.
"Very predictable," she replied as she grinned at me.
"You don't care what other people think about you?" I asked her, with a confused look on my face. She smiled at me.
"No," she said as she slightly shook her head. She smiled at me and then went back to her own seat. Weird, I thought. Reggie Rocket wanted to talk to me. When was this day gonna end?