She asked me “fakely” why I didn’t join. (Grrr! I hate that fake Gern smile.) The serious-faced me answered that I didn’t want to join any clubs for now. I wasn’t ready. She “fakingly” said, “You could have joined because it is nice to learn about science.” I didn’t say anything anymore and just nodded my head. She finally went away. I knew why she invited me. She just wanted more members for the club. I heard that the Science Club was the least popular compared to the Music Club and Sports Club.
In class, we were having groupings again. (Teachers really liked groupings before so that we could brainstorm with our classmates. And so that they could take a rest. Just I think!)
We were talking about a topic. As I was talking to Joe, he stopped talking to me and cut my speaking time. He said, “Your mouth smells and you have an anomaly in your left eye.” (He meant there was dirt in my left eye.) Many people heard. I was embarrassed. (Why couldn’t he say it secretly?) Blacky and I were in the same group. He laughed and lent me a mirror. He also gave me a candy. I was really, really, really embarrassed. He exchanged seats with Joe. I wondered where Blacky got his kindness.
Blacky usually lived separate from other students. I always felt emotional pain for him. Why didn’t he have many friends? Maybe because he came from a family that always watched the neighbors' wealth. A family that always aspired to be rich. His father worked hard as a plumber. HIs mother, a housewife, a nagger. He grew distant from these kinds of people asking himself why he was born with them, with these kinds of parents. I thought that made him difficult to adjust with people’s different personalities.
Do you know anyone who is like Blacky? Can we help them? Do they need help?
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