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Chapter 9: Pushes and Shoves
Many weeks went by. I hadn't seen Reggie at all after I blew her off. Now she hated me more than ever. The hate she had for me earlier was nothing compared to the hate she probably had for me now.
It was a Friday night, and I was flipping through last year's yearbook, out of boredom. It was then that I got into the R's. Not only did I see my picture with the inscription written under it:
Lars Rodriguez No school activities Ambition: To skateboard.
I saw Reggie's picture right before mine, with the inscription written under it:
Regina Rocket Red Cross, Stars and Planets, Drama Club Ambition: To witness a miracle.
She was such a good person, I couldn't believe why I hated her. Sure, I didn't love her, but she was a much better person than I was. Just looking at the simple yearbook made me feel like a true jackass. I hated myself more than ever.
The next morning, I got up to tutor again. I saw Reggie, but it wasn't like she talked to me. Or even looked at me the way she had for the past few weeks. Anyways, I sat with Rob Curtis, who held a basketball to entertain him while I droned on. He was bored out of his skull. I had to find a way to get him to understand triangles. It was then that I saw a basketball hoop outside. So I said to him, "Rob, I think I might have a way to help you. Come with me."
Outside, I told him to stand at a certain spot while I did the same. I kept moving him around and asking him what kind of triangle was made with him, the hoop, and me. He was actually getting this. Maybe I could use this method to help Twister with his math someday. Rob looked up at me as if his gratitude was endless. I finally broke the silence by saying, "Let's forget about this for a little bit. Let's play!" So we started to play basketball, as if we were brothers. I then saw what kind of brother I wanted to be to Twister. No more whompings.
The week passed by slowly. Mainly it was preparing for the play, which was on Saturday night. Twister wouldn't be able to see it, but Sam Dullard said that he would tape the performance and make a copy for Twister. Anyways, we learned the choreography and where to stand, and all that junk. We practiced, and I had learned my lines pretty well. Pi said that he was actually impressed. Sputz didn't even know what was going on.
Sure, Reggie and I saw each other a lot, but she still looked at me as if she totally despised me. I must find a way to make it up to her, I thought. But how? All I know was that I could do it. I would do it. I just needed a day or two to think.
Chapter 9: Pushes and Shoves
Many weeks went by. I hadn't seen Reggie at all after I blew her off. Now she hated me more than ever. The hate she had for me earlier was nothing compared to the hate she probably had for me now.
It was a Friday night, and I was flipping through last year's yearbook, out of boredom. It was then that I got into the R's. Not only did I see my picture with the inscription written under it:
Lars Rodriguez No school activities Ambition: To skateboard.
I saw Reggie's picture right before mine, with the inscription written under it:
Regina Rocket Red Cross, Stars and Planets, Drama Club Ambition: To witness a miracle.
She was such a good person, I couldn't believe why I hated her. Sure, I didn't love her, but she was a much better person than I was. Just looking at the simple yearbook made me feel like a true jackass. I hated myself more than ever.
The next morning, I got up to tutor again. I saw Reggie, but it wasn't like she talked to me. Or even looked at me the way she had for the past few weeks. Anyways, I sat with Rob Curtis, who held a basketball to entertain him while I droned on. He was bored out of his skull. I had to find a way to get him to understand triangles. It was then that I saw a basketball hoop outside. So I said to him, "Rob, I think I might have a way to help you. Come with me."
Outside, I told him to stand at a certain spot while I did the same. I kept moving him around and asking him what kind of triangle was made with him, the hoop, and me. He was actually getting this. Maybe I could use this method to help Twister with his math someday. Rob looked up at me as if his gratitude was endless. I finally broke the silence by saying, "Let's forget about this for a little bit. Let's play!" So we started to play basketball, as if we were brothers. I then saw what kind of brother I wanted to be to Twister. No more whompings.
The week passed by slowly. Mainly it was preparing for the play, which was on Saturday night. Twister wouldn't be able to see it, but Sam Dullard said that he would tape the performance and make a copy for Twister. Anyways, we learned the choreography and where to stand, and all that junk. We practiced, and I had learned my lines pretty well. Pi said that he was actually impressed. Sputz didn't even know what was going on.
Sure, Reggie and I saw each other a lot, but she still looked at me as if she totally despised me. I must find a way to make it up to her, I thought. But how? All I know was that I could do it. I would do it. I just needed a day or two to think.