Ch 3!
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Vittore patiently waits for an answer.
"You see I... don't really have any friends." Alan tells him sadly.
"Cosa? But why?" Vittore asks.
Alan sighs. "Ever since my friends got jealous of the fact that I surpass schools subjects better than them... they've started to ignore me and then hate me. Now they see me as an enemy!" Alan nearly yells.
"You can be sure that I won't leave you. Much less think of you as an enemy. That does seem rather silly doesn't it?" Vittore questions him.
"Sure does." Alan pauses. "Vittore, I've noticed that you excell in speaking English. Why is that?"
Vittore smiles. "My family spoke both Italian and English around me since I was born. I first spoke Italian and then it sort of morphed into English. In fact, I may know English better now." he laughs.
The two laugh until a big yellow bully dog comes up to them: Binky.
"Hey you. The new kid. Heard you were from Spain or something." he towers over the two boys.
"Spain? No no. I am from Italy. My name is Vittore. And you are?" he seems rather calm speaking to Binky. (Who had actually in fact become a very nice likeable person, but since Vittore knew nothing of him, and because he WAS big, he decided to act like a bully to him.)
Binky is taken aback. "Name's Binky around here and I want you to tell me some bad words I can say in whatever language it is you speak. Spanish right?"
Vittore lowers he's eyes for two reasons. "One, it's Italian. Not Spanish. And two, do I look as if I would answer that kind of question?"
"Well... yea. I mean no. I mean... nevermind." Binky leaves.
"O-kay then." Alan says slowly.
"So... how about this? I hang out with you for a while and then you tell me who your friends were and I'll tell them what a great friend you are to me. Perhaps then they'll change their minds about you." Vittore suggests.
"Sounds crazy enough to work. I like it." The two shake hands on the deal. Just then the bell ending lunch period rings.
"Arrivederci Alan!" Vittore throws his lunch tray away and leaves with a wave.
Alan waves back as he gets up from the table to throw his lunch away also.
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Beautiful Mind: Thanks for reviewing Ch. 2!
I wish I could write Arthur stories as well as you... you're really great at it!
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Vittore patiently waits for an answer.
"You see I... don't really have any friends." Alan tells him sadly.
"Cosa? But why?" Vittore asks.
Alan sighs. "Ever since my friends got jealous of the fact that I surpass schools subjects better than them... they've started to ignore me and then hate me. Now they see me as an enemy!" Alan nearly yells.
"You can be sure that I won't leave you. Much less think of you as an enemy. That does seem rather silly doesn't it?" Vittore questions him.
"Sure does." Alan pauses. "Vittore, I've noticed that you excell in speaking English. Why is that?"
Vittore smiles. "My family spoke both Italian and English around me since I was born. I first spoke Italian and then it sort of morphed into English. In fact, I may know English better now." he laughs.
The two laugh until a big yellow bully dog comes up to them: Binky.
"Hey you. The new kid. Heard you were from Spain or something." he towers over the two boys.
"Spain? No no. I am from Italy. My name is Vittore. And you are?" he seems rather calm speaking to Binky. (Who had actually in fact become a very nice likeable person, but since Vittore knew nothing of him, and because he WAS big, he decided to act like a bully to him.)
Binky is taken aback. "Name's Binky around here and I want you to tell me some bad words I can say in whatever language it is you speak. Spanish right?"
Vittore lowers he's eyes for two reasons. "One, it's Italian. Not Spanish. And two, do I look as if I would answer that kind of question?"
"Well... yea. I mean no. I mean... nevermind." Binky leaves.
"O-kay then." Alan says slowly.
"So... how about this? I hang out with you for a while and then you tell me who your friends were and I'll tell them what a great friend you are to me. Perhaps then they'll change their minds about you." Vittore suggests.
"Sounds crazy enough to work. I like it." The two shake hands on the deal. Just then the bell ending lunch period rings.
"Arrivederci Alan!" Vittore throws his lunch tray away and leaves with a wave.
Alan waves back as he gets up from the table to throw his lunch away also.
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Beautiful Mind: Thanks for reviewing Ch. 2!
I wish I could write Arthur stories as well as you... you're really great at it!