Chapter 3:
Charlie PoV
It has been a month since school started and things have been going pretty well, I finished To Kill a Mockingbird after three days of reading, and I must say I absolutely loved it, and it has become my favourite book, but I'll probably say the exact same thing about the next book I read, that's another thing about me I'm a Bookworm and the only thing that I enjoy on a similar level is music, I owe both to my Aunt Helen, she died on my birthday four years ago but before that she came to live with us when I was 7 and she would often give me mixtapes and books even though my dad even though they were too advanced for me, but after he saw how much I liked them he never said anything, aunt Helen died on my birthday four years ago. Anyways I don't really like to think about her especially after what she did to me. Right, bad thoughts out I need to focus and finish this essay about To Kill a Mockingbird for Bill.
When I told him last week that I had already finished the book he looked surprised but after a moment he told me to write him an essay and he would give me something else to read, I'm really curious about what he'll give me to read.
Among other things my sister got herself a boyfriend, his name is Derek. He wears his hair in a ponytail that honestly looks like those racoon tail hats that you see in old movies. He came for dinner the other day and to quote my dad "The kid's a pussy. I can't stand him" and I find myself agreeing especially with how he lets Candace push him around. His only redeeming quality is his taste for music, he gave my sister a couple of mixtapes and after borrowing them I made copies.
Other than that not much has happened, tomorrow evening is the homecoming football game and next week's Saturday is the homecoming dance and I'm not too sure if I'm going to either of them. Back in Houston, I would only go to watch my brother play but other than that I didn't really care about the game. Though Sam told me she was going to be there and to look for her. I hadn't seen her much outside of English class, and those times tended to be Smalltalk before Bill started the day's lesson and just walking together to the cafeteria for lunch and almost every time something like that first day would happen whether it was some older girls bumping into her or someone calling her something rude, she made it look like she didn't care but if you looked closely you could see the edge of her eyes crinkling and her nostrils flare just a little. I never asked her about her because I didn't think she would like to talk about it.
