Saving the Heart

♥ Chapter Six ♥

♥ Chapter Six ♥

    “This is what I want you to do.” Sam told me as he laid a paper out on the table between us.  I couldn’t help my eyes roaming around the room, gauging reactions, seeing if anyone was watching this exchange.  No one was going to shut up about this, I could say that much.  ‘Hey, did you know that Kennedy’s with Sam?  No, well now you do.  Those druggie balances each other out perfectly.’ I shuddered at my own thoughts.

    “Does that make sense?” Sam asked, eyebrows drawn as if he had been thinking really hard.

    “Maybe if I was listening it would have...sorry.” Sam rolled his eyes, sighing in annoyance as he leaned back in his chair.  “Say the first thing again.”

    “I only said one thing…”

    “Which was…” I egged on.  

    “I wanted you to read this.” I picked up the paper that he had slid across the table and scanned the page as quickly as I could.  “To me.” He added.  “Out loud.” I looked up at me.  

    “What?”

    “You heard me.”

    “What does me reading out loud to you have anything to do with my essay.  Can’t we brainstorm topics, go through some proofreading where you give me feedback.”

    “I’d need an essay for that.”

    “I already gave you my essay.”  Sam smiled, not meeting my gaze.  “What?” I asked, slightly peeved at his reactions.  “What?” I asked again.

    “I’m not letting you send that in, your essay.  It’s crap.”

    “That’s constructive.”

    “It’s decent,” he added, “for a high school essay.  An A probably despite the spelling errors, but that isn’t what you need.” I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning back in my own chair.  What was he getting at?  “You can write at a high school level just fine,” he continued, “but keep in mind where you plan on sending this.  If I was in admissions, it wouldn’t be worth my time.  It didn’t grab my attention, and with your unweighted GPA you need something that doesn’t just grab attention, it keeps it.  While being informative.  Now read this to me.” He gestured to the paper sitting in front of me.

    “What if I say no?”

    “What if I decide not to tutor you?  I have better things I could be doing with my time Kennedy.  Read it.” I sighed, picking up the paper once again and taking a deep breath, looking carefully at the words this time.  I swallowed hard.  What if I read them wrong?

    I bit my lip.  Letters were moving.  I was freaking myself out and the letters were moving.  I set it back down.

    “I can’t,” I told him.

    “With that mentality you never will.  Try again.” I looked down on it once again.  

    “We begin our qri-” I looked up at him, Sam waved me to continue.  “We begin our...trip at a fazil-faz...this is stupid.”  Sam just sat there, watching me with his tired eyes, waiting for me to pick up the paper again.  Deep breaths.  “We begin our q-trip at a familiar blace, a pody-body like yours and zi-mine.” I looked up at Sam.  He simply blinked.  “All of it?” He nodded.  “Okay...It conq-contains a hundred quillian-trillion cells that work together by design.  And within each one of qh-these calls...cells, each one that has DNA.  The DNA code is exactly the same, a mass-broduced resume.  So qu-the code in each ca-cell is identical, a remarkdle...remarkable but valid claim.  This means q-”