Stinky doesn't know ch. 2
by
Mastermindhunter
After lunch, the students all went back to their rooms. Abbigale had walked back to the class with a smile on her face. She looked so happy to meet a person who's parents were from the same place as her. The school's bell was a bit sensetive to her delicate ears. She wasn't used to loud noises, being from the country, and she wasn't used to anything that was here in the city, but she would subconciously adjust, and feel more at home the longer she stayed. Still she wouldn't forget the simplicity of Arkansas. She walked back to class, and the school nurse was walking out of the classroom. Mr. Simmons had a peice of paper that had a list of sentances. They seemed to be numbered, as though they were instructions. He looked a bit like he was under stress or pressure. As soon as he saw Abbigale come through the door, he stopped her.
"Oh umm, Abbigale? Can I talk to you?" Mr. Simmons walked over to her. "The school nurse gave me instructions, and I want to tell you. If this happens, you can trust me to help you, alright?" She smiled, and Mr. Simmons hugged her close. She smiled widely, but the other students didn't notice, since they were too busy conversing with each other. She sat down, and opened her book. "Okay class. We're going to be studying social studies, and Geography." He glanced at Abbigale. "Well, Abbigale, since I know you have none of our work, I guess it seems fair to pair you up with a student, I suppose." He said with a smile. "Now who would like to help Abbigale with our lesson." Stinky's arm shot up, faster than anybody else's. Mr. Simmons casted a suspicious smile.
"Oh me, Mr. Simmons! I can help her just fine!" He was waving rather crazily, and excitedly.
Mr. Simmons nodded, and agreed. "Well if you think that you are able to help her, then I say that is great." He let them sit with each other. She sat next to the cheerful Stinky, and smiled, knowing that she now found the perfect friend to ask for help, and to sit with. Stinky looked up at the board, and opened the book at the right page.
He cleared his throat. "Now let's see here." He said quietly. For some reason he couldn't focuse with her watching. "Ah here we are. Right here. We start at the number one, and we go down to answer seven. Right here." He pointed at the second to last answer on the text book page. She looked at it, and interupted.
"Well what about answer eight. Do we ignore it?" She looked at it confusingly.
He nodded with agreement. "Yep. You see that's the fun of having a understanding teacher. They don't make you have to do all the hard stuff, all the time. Nope just do the problems here, and here. Don't worry about this one." He laid his hand on the problem, but found out she hadn't moved her hand yet. Stinky felt her soft hands, and for a moment hadn't known if she would get angry, or like it. As it turned out she blushed, and pulled her hand back after a moment, smiling.
On the bus, Abbigale was staring at a peice of paper that had the adress of the sunset arms boarding house. Quite honestly she had no clue where it was, but she had taken the same bus from the hotel, so she thought it could take her to this boarding house. Her mother said that the bus driver would know. When she showed him the paper earlier, he said he would tell her. Still she was a bit nervous. Up near the front of the bus, there was a blond boy with a footbal shaped head. She recognized him from her class, and figured he would know what to do. She got up, and sprinted over to his seat. He was sitting next to a boy who had rather tall hair. She sat down comfortably, and the boy smiled.
"Oh, hi. You're the new girl, aren't you? Abby right?" He held out his hand to shake. "My name's Arnold." She shook warmly, and responded.
"Yes. I noticed that you were in my class, and I wanted to ask you. Could you possibly maybe tell me where this place is?" She showed him the paper.
He noticed that the adress on the paper was the adress of the boarding house. "Oh! I know where this is. My grandparents own this place. Sure. If you want, I could walk you there. When you see me get off of the bus, I'll tell you to follow me." She smiled, and they sat together, for a while. "So who's moving in with you?"
Abbigale stuck her books in her bag, and smiled. "It's nobody else. Just me and my mother. My father no longer lives with us, because of, well, certain reasons. My mother looks dead end like me. She usually gets nervous when I go to school, but perhaps going to a big urban school will make her feel more at ease, and possibly make her feel more comfortable. More comfortable." She repeated. She trailed off, and her smile faded. She was quiet for a while, and stared at the back of the seat that was infront of them. Her eyes held a blank stare for about ten seconds. She looked up at him, and quickly blinked at her surroundings. "Oh I'm sorry. What was that?" She grinned.
Gerald looked at her, as if he had seen her go insane. Arnold looked at Gerald a bit concerned. "Umm pardon, but I didn't say anything."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought you said something." She held her hand up to her forehead, and closed her eyes. A hot blush of embarrasement arose on her cheeks. Arnold felt as if something had been going on. These blank stares, and losses of reality didn't seem right. Maybe he should walk her into the boarding house, and make sure she could make it through the front door. The bus went along the streets of Hillwood. When the bus stopped at a corner, Arnold had stood up. She figured she was there. They had walked out of the bus together. Half way at the front, she spotted Stinky, and he had spotted her.
He smiled and waved goodbye to Abbigale. "I see y'all later, Abby." She smiled back and waved. Arnold had noticed that, and it had occoured to him that she and Stinky had sat at the same table today, and that they had been working together in geography. Perhaps Stinky and Abby had become good friends. Arnold Gerald, and Abby had walked to the sunset arms boarding house, Arnold keeping a close eye on Abby. Gerald and Arnold had been talking as Abby had been close by, but she hadn't talked that much.
When they arrived at the boarding house, they spotted a few boxes being packed inside. Abby spotted the moving van, and ran up to it. "Hey it looks like mom's here." She grabbed a box, and it was very heavy looking. "Hey guys. Would you like to help me with the packing if you don't mind?" Arnold and Gerald looked at each other for a second wondering if the other didn't mind. Gerald grabbed a heavy box, while Arnold grabbed the other end. Abby was headed in, and opened the door. She almost lost her balance, but somebody caught the other side. "Oh here I will get the box's other end for you." On the other side was a helping hand. She looked up to see a Vietnamese man, with glasses. She looked at him, and smiled. He smiled back, and spoke up. "Would you like some help little girl?" She smiled widely, and nodded. They walked in and put the box in the foyer.
On the couch, Abby noticed a rather elderly man. She also noticed her mother sitting on the sofa, talking to him. She remembered that Arnold claimed that his grandparents owned the boarding house. "So you're interested in renting a room are you?" She assumed that this man was Arnolds grandfather.
The young mother nodded once. "Yes that is correct, sir." Arnold came into the room, and saw the woman who he had assumed was Abby's mother. Well, if what Arnold guessed was correct then Abby was right. This woman was the splitting image of Abby, granted being much older. Still you would have thought they were sisters.
Arnold's grandfather chuckled a bit. "Oh you're gunna love it here." He looked into the entrance of the foyer, and saw abbigale standing there. "Oh this must be the little girl you told me about. Well, isn't she just precious." He said leaning in to ruffle her hair. She got red, and smiled up to the man that owned the boarding house. She stood a bit closer to her mother. "Why, she's such a little thing. How old is this young lady." He said with a smile.
Arnold walked in, and stood next to his grandpa Phil. "She's nine, grandpa. Oh! Plus she's in the same classroom that I'm in." Arnold smiled.
Arnold's grandpa laughed heartedly. "Well, isn't that precious. Your shorter than the shortman. I guess that makes you the shortgirl."