The Problem Solvers Club

Part 3

Rory

It's so easy to make him agree. He's weak-minded, acts all tough, but as soon as I start talking he melts and gives up entirely. I can't deny that I like him, but I wish he was tougher since I'm not.

As we exit the room I can't help be feel pumped for the next day. Hippolyta walks with me as we exit the building, her eyes forward, her posture perfect. I've always been in awe of her. She's just so confident, unlike the rest of the club. Besides me, I think she's the only member that cares, the only other one who actually wants to help. I can appreciate that. We say goodbye at the corner.

Walking down the street I see a couple walking their dog, an old man sitting on a bench, a group of little kids chasing each other. Logan had once asked me what my favorite thing to do was. I told him that I loved walking home and watching the people around me. He'd smiled and told me he was glad that I enjoyed that part of the day. He's such an idiot. I can't help but think this as I walk along. I let out a sudden giggle. A sweet idiot.

Logan has always been kind to me. He was always the first person to say hi to me every morning and loved to sit with me at lunch. As weak-minded as he is, he's still important to me. I remember when he had come into the clubroom, pale and scared looking. There was a bruise on his cheek. He seemed very uncomfortable, covering it up with his hand. Before any of the others saw, I had dragged him to the bathroom and covering it with make-up. He seemed surprised when he saw me pull the make-up out if my bookbag. I'd told him that I'd noticed the cuts and bruises, I told him I wanted to help. He'd given me a smile, a real smile. The memory always made me sad.

As I reached a crosswalk, I noticed a tear falling down my cheek. Wiping it away I smile. Tomorrow will be a good day. Tomorrow we will help someone, Lola from the email. I can't wait, it's going to be great.