The Hope Journal

The Hope Journal-Chapter 5 (Sara)

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Chapter 5

~Sara~

     Today was Thursday, blue food Thursday and I was making bluefish, which isn't really blue as Sam likes to point out every time we have it but, I count it. We were also having blue corn chips and blue potatoes (when I found out that blue potatoes actually existed you don't know how excited I was). For dessert we were having homeade blueberry pie that was left over from last Thursday. It's very difficult to find blue food but some how I manage. Even if I have to dye rice to stick to the color of the day I'll do it, as long as it suits Sam's needs I'll do it. So, when I found out that he told Mr. Alexander that he was going to go to hell, I was shocked.

     I finished preparing the fish and stuck it in the oven. Then, I peeled the potatoes and threw them in a pot of boiling water. I set the timer and went to sit down at the table. I was going to try to get some homework done because I had a feeling that it was going to be a long night. I pulled out my English folder and textbook and began an assignment. We had to critique and edit a short story from the book and submit it to my teacher, Mrs. Sadvari tomorrow. Yes, it was going to be a long night.

     I was almost done with my editing when the timer for the fish went off; it was 6:40, ten minutes past our usual dinner time. I called Sam to come down and set the table and surprisingly he came trudging down the stairs as I was pulling the fish out of the oven. He grabbed two forks and some napkins and placed them on the table, perfectly straight, he then got two glasses-the same two glasses that we use for every meal-and filled them both up with ice cubes and blue powerade. I put Sam's piece of fish on his plate, along with a couple cut potatoes and some chips and I brought it out to the table. Then, I got my own plate and sat down at the table across from Sam. I began cutting my fish while he pushed his potatoes around with his fork. I could tell that he didn't want to talk about the incident but, it was an unavoidable topic.

     "Sam," I began chewing and swallowing the piece of fish in my mouth. "Why'd you do it?" He stopped pushing his food around and looked up at me.

     "I didn't do anything wrong."

     "Sam, don't lie to me. I know what you did and I just want to know why." I stuck another piece of fish in my mouth. I was trying to be calm because I really wanted him to tell me why he did it. I didn't want him running upstairs and hiding in his closet again.

     "He was wrong. I corrected him," Sam finally said. I smiled to myself. Of course he was correcting him, that's the only thing that Sam knows how to do.

    "What was he wrong about?" I asked calmly.

    Sam smiled and started talking really fast. "He said that DNA was made up of polymers of simple units called nucleotides with backbones made up of sugars and phosphate groups. He said that these were connected by amino acids when in reality they are joined by ester bonds." He smiled even wider when he was done. I just stared at him.

     "You lost me after you said the word nucleotides," I told him smiling. He laughed and began to finally eat his food. "But, why did you tell him to go die?" I asked, still curious.

     "Well, when I told him that he was wrong he got angry and started yelling. He said that I shouldn't be interuppting his lessons and that I should just take notes and shut my mouth. But, when he went back to teaching, he made the exact same mistake and once again, I had to point it out. He told me to go to the office and when I stood up the kid behind me told me to stand up for myself. So, I did. I told Mr. Alexander to go die because he was going to hell anyway. Then I went to the office."

     "Sam, where did you learn to tell teachers to die and go to hell? You don't treat your superiors that way."

     He looked at me and stuck another piece of fish in his mouth, finishing off his plate. "I heard some kids say the exact same thing about Mr. Alexander in the hall before that class, so I figured it was okay to say," he said and then he excused himself and went into the living room to read his books about bugs. Typical Sam. I couldn't be mad at him. He just misunderstood. Right? This was the second time that that happened in a month and, I was beginning to wonder if he really misunderstood, or if it was just an excuse.