Chapter Two

"Dear me you're sweet," cried Rita, they were doing homework at her house; kind of she invited him. Fred was surprised by all the glamour; he probably wouldn't have something like that ever.

"I wouldn't want to be presented as sweet, that's mostly a girl adjective, the same as if I said you're strong; you'd probably prefer being beautiful or something."

"Right, but do you count me that?" she asked with enthusiasm.

"Yes, but everyone is beautiful in some way and as I say it's only adjectives they don't mean anything. Like you would say something horrible to a person, who's nice but you don't like him or her. It totally depends on a person saying a complement."

"You got me totally confused," she exclaimed.

"Something easy to do," said Eliza coming into the room, Fred was surprised to see her here.

"No one asked you. Is your practise finished?"

"NO, the library closed down."

"Really? Don't joke with stuff like that. Oh just forgot, mum wanted you to sign a few cheques for stuff like household goods and one with our education," at which Eliza took a deep breath," and you probably don't know each other. This is Fred and that's my stepsister Eliza, we're complete opposites."

"Understandable as we have tastes for different friends," Fred guessed that remark was indicated to him.

"But how would you know if someone is worth your company or not. Not too easy to decide is it? Or do you just know from first sight."

"My goodness no, if I decided my opinion on people on first look what would happen to my judgement of great things; which each and everyone needs in this life. My good opinion is hard to get, but most valued by my friends. I tend to start with bad impressions, I must admit they rarely change – that's the problem of our time – we hide behind thick layers of affection. And may I say so: most of us sell ourselves to false friendship."

"But to get past the boundary and at which cost, and would it be worth it of putting everyone on bad list, with not a chance for recollection. Does it pay you so much in end to have one valuable friendship instead of two or three?"

"What pay?" cried Rita, without an understandment, but the two of them ignored her completely.

"Well, it might be poorly put of one friend rather than three, but in a long run it's easier that way – no false expectations and illusions. And to tell you for sure there's always time for recollections; we only sometimes cannot, will not, take them. I personally count myself being fair, when and only then that I'll see myself mistaken. Believe me it is quite hard to make my prejudices to disappear."

"But I will try."

"You try? What? Don't leave me out of it!"

"Rita, I'll go revise and do my homework. With all respect – I'll part from you."

Strekoza: I know, I know – no one speaks like that in our days, but still to make the speeches seam worthwhile and clever you probably have to use language like that.