A Kid's Book

A Kid's Book Chapter 2

     So one good thing came out of my brother being bad at English. I learned not to trust scientists. Now I know that scientists were wrong. A couple of weeks ago I watched a video about scientists explaining how your personality appears. They were saying you inherit some qualities from your parents. But in my brother's case, It's far from true.

     My father loves English. In fact when my parents got married the first thing he gave to my mother was a book. Back then, when she first looked at the book I'm sure she was contemplating her life's choices. But compared to me her troubles are like things I do on a regular basis. Pregnancy? Not even close to what I've been through.

     It all happened this Saturday during my family's karate class. The hardest thing about karate is to put on your uniform and the one thing that saves you from absolute humiliation is your belt. Unfortunately, the Gods were not on my side that day.

     It was just a typical Saturday morning. Absolutely chaotic. My family is not like people who get to places on time and I don't recall the last time we went to karate when expected. In a rush to get there, I quickly put my uniform on and loosely laced on my belt. I ran to the car and we drove to the class.

     When I ran up the stairs and entered the dojo, everyone was bowing to the sensei. My family quickly joined in. When I crouched down I noticed that something was loose near the hip area. When I stood up, I saw where it was slipping and it was the worst place it could be: My Belt. It's almost like the Gods wanted to get their dose of human suffering for the day and they chose me to pick on.

     I thought of the minuscule number of options I had, and all of them had not-so-great outcomes. Number one: Ask the Sensei if I could go to the changing room. Number two: Suck it up and try to last until the rest of the class. Number three: Secretly tie it while nobody's while no one is watching. Number four: try to act like you're making a trend where you do karate when your underwear is showing. Number one is out of the question. sensei already is annoyed at us for being so late all the time so if I interact with him, he will explode. Literally and figuratively. I can't do number two either because my underwear is already on display. I only have two options now, and I don't think that number 4 is a great one. The best alternative is number 3.

     I looked left and right and quietly and slowly shifted to the top right corner of the room so most of the people couldn't see me. The rest of the people were too focused on their punches to notice. I put part two of my plan into action and started to tie the knot. I couldn't finish though because people started getting suspicious of me not doing anything. So I started punching with them for a little bit. That ended their suspicions and I began to tie the knot some more. They got suspicious again so I stuck to the plan and did the same thing as last time. Finally, I had almost finished the knot when someone yelled "RAVI!" In fear, I dropped the belt and my pants came down for all to see. Everyone turned around and looked at me.

     I ran as fast as I could and was going to exit when I tripped and fell over someone's flip-flops. I quickly got up and ran towards the door and out of habit, I bowed down to the sensei in my underwear. I stood outside the dojo and waited for my family to come out.

     After class, while we were driving back home I found out it was my brother who had yelled. Frustrated, I angrily complained to my dad and expected he would really give it to him. But instead, he chuckled and patted him on the back. Maybe scientists were right. Like father, Like son.