After a few more weeks in the hospital, some tests, and some beginnings of rehab, Mel finally got out and was able to go to school again. I helped wheel her around the school, along with Ly and Harm, but she seemed to trust them more. I don't know why... I mean, I only went too fast...twice...so...
"Be careful!" She squeaked as I took a hard turn, because I almost forgot she had to go to Science class.
"Sorry! Not my fault you've got to hold onto every single book you own for school." I replied, sniggering a bit at how much she wanted straight A's, which, she didn't even really need to try. It just kind of came natural to her.
"Well, excuuuse me for needing my A's, while you go off with C's and D's." She rolled her eyes.
"Hey! I've only gotten a D once, thank you, and it wasn't even that bad." I narrowed my eyes at her.
"Mhm, only one D..." she muttered and shook her head. I raised an eyebrow, but wheeled her to where she normally sits.
"You okay? Need me to get someone to help you?" I asked her.
"I think I'm good...but if I'm not, I'm a big girl. I can ask someone." She answered, but I knew her. She was a shy little turtle when she wasn't around her friends. She tried to get out of her shell, but she'd just slip back in, afraid that people would judge her or reject her.
I nodded and rubbed her arm softly for a few seconds before I told her I was going to get to my class. After this class, Ly would wheel her around until the end of the day. "See you later, alligator."
She giggled and nodded. "After while, crocodile."
I walked out of the class room and walked to my class, holding my books in one hand. Once I had gotten to my class, I couldn't help but think about Mel. I couldn't help but hope she'd be okay and no one would hurt her. I knew she'd probably take care of it herself, but...still...
My class was taking forever. Every single stinking time I looked at the flip flopping clock, it had only been five minutes. Sometimes seven, or three, but it seemed to go on for the rest of my life. Why? Why?!
"Mr. Todd?" The teacher in French class called out with her arms crossed. Pretty much the only reason why any of the guys I knew... Or, or me... Took this class was because the French teacher is one of the most attractive teachers in the world. Well, maybe not world. But she wasn't one of those old, rude, angry teachers you'd normally get. In actuality, she's quite fun as well and she's easy-going.
I snapped my head to the direction of her and raised my eyebrows slightly. "Y-Yes, Mrs. Howell?"
"What is the answer? Were you paying attention?"
"I-I..." I looked at the board then at her as I blurted out a guess, "Maintenant , ma période préférée est le déjeuner , mais essayons tout simplement de passer à travers cette classe , d'accord ?"
Mrs. Howell pursed her lips for a few seconds before laughing and shaking her head. "Troy, it was a one word answer. Although I'm quite impressed you've learned quite a lot, that's not what I needed. I wanted you to give me the word, Pizza."
My face got beet red as I nodded and said, "Ohh," under my breath. I tried again, "Pizza."
"Good! Now, as I was saying, we would say, "Je aime la pizza, mais je préférerais que ce pas de champignons sur elle." In French. So, I want you to come up with a conversation that includes this sentence. It can be any way you'd like, so long as it is realistic."
I blew a sigh of annoyance as I waited impatiently for lunch. Soon after lunch would be practice, and then I could go home. But, my mind continued to go back to one person. It's like I have a new responsibility to her now. Mel.
