Chapter 7: What Matters Most
Rosalina POV
"Rosalina DiMeco, is your report finished?" My English teacher, Mr. Birch, asked.
"Yes, it is." I replied, glancing back at Nat. He flashed me a smile and a thumbs up.
"You did your report on what matters most in life, correct?" He asked me to reassure.
"Yes, I did sir." I answered, glancing back at Nat again.
"Alright then, you have the floor whenever you're ready." He told me, taking a seat at his desk. I stood up and walked over to the podium.
"I get by with a little help from my friends. John Lennon and Paul McCartney. I know it seems cliché to say that my friends mean the most to me. But they keep me grounded. They've helped me through my dad's 5 divorces. No matter, what they made sure I had a place to stay when my dad was away or I had a shoulder to cry on when I was missing my step moms. They've seen me at my worst times, like when my step brother Josh, one of my closest friends, moved away. But, they're also seen me at my best times, like when was made head cheerleader. Yeah, I did quit a few days after but they were at the pep rally, supporting me. Some other people may say that their iPod or their TV's are what matters most to them. But, to me, those are material items. Things you don't need but want. If you don't have anything, the one thing you need isn't a TV. Its friends. I always thought that they needed me more than I needed them. But, I need them way more. Thank you for your time." I sat back down just as the bell rang.
"Mr. Wolff, you're up tomorrow." Mr. Birch said as the students rushed to pack up their belongings to rush to lunch.
"Yes sir." Nat said. He sat on top of my desk. "I gotta make up my science test so I'll see you after 6th hour."
"See you later." I said as Nat kissed my cheek. She got up and approached her teacher's desk. "So, was my presentation good?"
"It was a little long but good job." He said, not looking up from his newspaper.
"Sorry, I tend to talk a little too much." I explained. "My friends keep telling me that but I don't seem to listen too well."
"Well, that's just fine. And, your friends are a little impatient I see." He said. I looked over at the door where David and Qaasim were impatiently waiting in the doorway, pointing to their watches.
"I'll see you tomorrow sir." I said, rushing out the door.
"What took you so long?" Qaasim asked as we started to walk towards the cafeteria.
"I wanted to suck up to Mr. Birch." I explained. "I'm borderline A+ in his class."
"Sucking up or sucking on?" David muttered to Qaasim. They both started laughing.
"David, shut up." I said, smacking him. We entered the crowded cafeteria and made our way to the back of the cafeteria where Thomas, Cooper, and Alex were already sitting. I took a seat next to Cooper.
"Where were you guys?" Cooper asked. "You're like 5 minutes late."
"Rosalina was sucking on her teacher." Qaasim said simply. Everyone but Cooper started to laugh.
"So what were you really doing?" Cooper asked me.
"I was talking to Mr. Birch about my grade." Rosalina said.
"Suck up." Alex whispered. I crumpled up my napkin and threw it at him.