Meet The Coach

Lesson 2: Smile. It's free

Lesson 2: Smile. It's free

"Bree." I ignored her whisper. "Bree!" She whispered again fractionally louder. I paid her no attention. I felt a poke in my bare forearm. I didn't respond and continued my tidying. I rummaged through a box, it was filled with bedroom ornaments that I was sure I wouldn't use. Wait, where has my memory jar gone? "Bree!"

I sighed. She wasn't going to give up.

"Why are you so persistent?" I complained. I turned and scowled at her. She was standing beside looking like she was about to burst.

"I have something to tell you," she said.

"Well no shit Sherlock... why else would you call me?" Sarcasm dripped in my voice causing Sandy's eyes to roll.

"Well sorry, your lack of attention made me think that you didn't know," she said in the identical tone to mine.

Wasn't I supposed to be shy?

"Don't you have a home to go to? Oh wait it's next door."

"You are so mean to me! And look at all I've done for you! You should be ashamed of yourself," she complained. This time I rolled my eyes at her  -  she's so melodramatic.

"You've sat here for the past half an hour staring at the wall. Please enlighten me and tell me what you've done." I think I should be nicer, she is my first friend here... "What did you want to tell me?"

"What's this?" She asked holding my... memory jar.

"I was looking for that! It's my memory jar." I sighed in relief, I hadn't left it behind after all.

"Memory jar?" She repeated, passing it to me.

"Yes memory jar." I said with a nod. I peered down at it and the folded pieces of papers inside. I was practically holding my life.

"What's that?"

"It's when I have a good or special moment and I don't want to forget it. I write it on a small piece of paper with the date and put it in here," I explained. I shook it in my hand, the rattling of paper met my eyes but instead happy days resonated in my mind.

"Ooooh! Have you... entered one about the 'coaching' thing?"

"Why would I do that? That's neither good or special." I gave her a incredulous look. She not serious, right?  "It's more like a burden."

Sandy sighed sadly then gave me the puppy dog look. She was already beautiful with her wavy dark hair and bluish eyes. Jutting her bottom lip out and somehow widening her eyes, she looked ten years younger, she looked like the child you just couldn't say no to.

"Fine," I surrendered knowing that Sandy didn't have to spend her time on me. She didn't need to befriend me. So I owe it to her to be nice, right?