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chapter 12: poor isaac

"So you were JUST sitting there and a girl came up and poked your... Face?" God this kid is strange.
"Its not MY fault. I didn't TELL her to do it. She seems strange and I dont particularly like the sixth grade so far. I like homeschooling better." "You just don't like it because you're too shy. Open up and talk to this girl. Or some other guys. Just please make some friends. If you make a t least two friends by the end of the week, I'll take you out for ice cream. Deal?" "ICE CREAM!!" Great. NOW I've done it. "I'm guessing that's a yes?" He nodded so much I thought he was having a seizure. "OK so lemme tell ya bout MY day."
So I told him everything without leaving a single detail out. What wouldn't I have told him? I tell him everything and always will. He was patiently listening and waiting till I was completely finished before asking his questions. When I said, "OK, go ahead," he exploded, asking about everything from "what color were Abigale's eyes?" to "what was the bus like?" Of course I answered him and he seemed satisfied with the answers. "So, ya wanna go to the park to fly kites with mike and his little sister with me?? I think he said she's the same age as you." "But I'd have to... Um..." "Socially interact with them? Yes. Yes you would. Please? I'll buy you a brand new kite. Any one thats cheaper than ten dollars." "Fine I'll go. When are we going?" "Don't know I'll ask tomorrow."