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I run from excitement across the schoolyard and I plop down next to Cole. "You're not gonna believe what I found while I was eating breakfast!" I say, putting my basket on the ground. "Well, it's good to hear that you're eating breakfast." I roll my eyes and laugh. "Look!" I take a sheet of paper out of my basket and show it to Cole.
"It's the first drawing you made for me." I tell him. "First sketch." He improves me, what causes me to smack his arm. "It's a beautiful memory." "Good you like i-" a ball flies along my face, and it almost hit my head. "Hey, Cole, throw the ball back, bud." I look at Cole. "Hey, sissy!" Billy shouts.
Cole looks up from his sketchbook. "Yeah, you!" He chuckles. "Oh!" He picks up the ball and stands up. Just when he was about to throw the ball, he let it fall on the ground again. "Let me." I tell him. I pick up the ball and throw it to Billy.
It lands perfectly in his baseball glove. "Nice arm, Grace. Wanna play?" He asks me. "Neh, thanks for asking, though." The bell of the school rings what means that we have to get inside.
"Class, I want you all to meet the new class assistant, Mike." Mr. Phillips points to a young man. "Hello everyone." The man starts. "Ehm, my name is Mike, but you have to call me Mr. Miller. Last year was my last year of school, and now I want to be a teacher." I look over to Josie and see that she has a dreamy face on. "Seriously?" I ask her. She blushes and looks away. "Can you blame me?"
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"Answer'd Lancelot, the chief of knights: 'and with what face, after my pretext made, shall I appear, O Queen, at Camelot." We are having a read hour, so, Mike is reading the poem out loud and we are all reading with him. Normally I love reading books, but now I have the feeling that I can fall asleep any moment.
"I before a king who honors his word, as if the word-" "I think the poem is shameful." Josie says. "They should be tarred and feathered." I look at her and then look at Mike. "Josie?" Mr. Phillips gives her a warning glare. "Guinevere is married to the king, not Lancelot."
Anne dramatically turns around. "Oh, Mr. Miller, can't you skip to the part where Elaine's pure and true love turns most tragical?" "Ehm, no." Mr. Phillips clears his throat. "Do not interrupt the class again." I sigh when Mr. Miller goes on with the poem.
"Shi-" I look to my right and see Cole standing up from his seat. His books are laying on the ground and he looks shocked at his sketchbook. "Cole?" Mr. Phillips asks, when he stands up from his seat. "What have you got there? Cole!"
"My apologies, Mr. Phillips. I'll clean it up." I give Billy a death glare. "Are you doodling while I'm tirelessly dedicating my life to your education?" Pretty sure Mr. Miller was teaching us today. "Blackboard!" I hear Cole sigh. "Mr. Phillips, don't you think that it is a little exaggerated? I mean he was just doodling." Mr. Miller says.
"Sorry, since when were you a real teacher?" Mr. Miller doesn't make a sound. "Exactly!" Cole walks over to the blackboard, and I stand up to put his books back in the table. Mr. Miller kneels down besides me and helps me with picking up Cole's books. Our hands touch , when we wanted to pick up the same book and we make eye contact. But I let go of the book fast, and sit back on my seat. That was weird.
"You like to draw? Draw that. Make sure it's legible." Mr. Phillips hands the chalk to Cole and he starts writing. "Back to your readers." He takes the book from Mr. Miller and starts reading the poem. I chuckle when I see how Cole wrote the sentence on the blackboard. "Less flourish. You're gonna need room for 50 of those." Mr. Phillips erase the sentence and put the eraser back down.
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"So, what do you girls think of the class assistant?" Josie asks, when I open my lunch package. "I think he's really cute." Jane says. "But not cuter than Gilbert." Ruby mumbles, taking a bite of her cookie. "Grace?" I look at Josie. "I mean, he seems kinda nice." I tell them. Anne taps on my shoulder and points at Cole, who is sitting on the other side of the classroom.
"You should've stopped him from getting on that steamship, Grace. If Gilbert falls overboard and drowns, it'll all be your fault." I looked at Ruby with a confused face. "I don't think that Gilbert is so stupid to fall overboard. And he'd come home soon enough if he knew there was gold on his farm." I tell her. "Anne is writing him a letter, aren't you, Anne?" Ruby asks Anne.
I turn my head to Anne, the girl that is still looking at Cole. "He looks so awfully lonely." "I think he is more sad and handsome than lonely." I try not to laugh when I look at Jane. "Josie's dead gone over Cole." I giggle. "Not only over Cole. Did you saw her face when she looked at Mike?"
"Grace, your not supposed to say his first name. That's not how it belongs." Diana explains. "I'm not, Jane. I'm simply observant." "There is no boy more handsome than Gilbert Blythe." Anne finally turns to us, and then she stands up with Diana. "I know just how he feels." She says, right before she walks over to Cole.
"Aren't you girls coming over?" Diana waves us over. Me and Ruby getting on our feet to Cole. I take the seat next to him and give him a warm smile. "Thank you." Cole says. "Would you like a tart?" Diana holds up her basket with tarts in it. "I'd love some." Anne takes a tart from her basket and so we all followed her.
"Would anyone like a cookie?" Ruby asks. I look over to Josie and see that she is talking to someone outside. But I keep my attention on to the cookies that are in front of me. I take a bite of my tart and look at Cole. He doesn't look that sad anymore.
