The rest of the day goes by in a daze. I'm doubting her story. Once the last bell rings I race home to make sure my room is clean. It is. I wait for a while. When the doorbell rings I skip five stairs and open the door. She's standing there in yoga pants and a neon yellow tank top. She smiles.
"Hey sorry I just came from a yoga session."
"Nah it's fine um follow me" I say kicking myself for sounding like an idiot
"Ok so what are you having problems with?" She asks stepping into my room
"Well all of it really."
"Ok so we will start with ratios and proportions." She says taking out a notebook and a pencil.
"Sounds good."
"So ratios are just comparing two things. And proportions are equivalent." She says writing this down and handing it to me. She looks so pretty. Her black hair falling around her face and her pure blue eyes so intense.
"Wow you are beautiful... Oh um I...i...i...i" I say looking away.
She giggles "it's ok and thanks your not too bad yourself." I look at her she lays in her back and sighs.
"You tired?" I ask laying next to her.
"Yea I guess. Can I tell you something I've never told anyone?" She asks looking at me.
"Yea of course"
"My dad last night...... Well he hit me...." She says looking down.
"You ok?" I say my protective instincts kicking in.
"Yea it the first time I swear. My mom died 8 years ago and he just still hasn't recovered."
"Oh."
"Yea and I'm sorry I dont have friends.. And your the closest thing."
"It's ok and tomorrow can we work at your house after school. My mom is having her book club here and at 4:30 I have football practice."
"Yea that should be fine. Ok I've gotta go. See ya tomorrow Zack." She said walking out.
This is gonna be a good year for 7th grade. I can't wait for tomorrow
