Instead of having lunch with the guys and dad, or Paula and Abby, I decided to have lunch in the cafeteria with Marisol, Grace, and Mikey. Obviously, I'd spent most of the lunch period, when I wasn't eating my salad with honey mustard dressing, I continued to read my book.
Marisol tapped me on the shoulder and asked what I was reading. I put the bookmark in at chapter five, entitled 'Five Days', and put it on the table. "It's called 'Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH. It's about this mother mouse who has to figure out how to get her children out of the way of the plow that's expected to come through in the next week or so with her son sick in bed with pneumonia. He's given medicine, but has to remain inside for about a month, so Moving Day would be very difficult. She gets some help from a bunch of rats that were friends with her late husband, who had passed away the summer before. They help her and she helps them by warning them about the exterminators that were hired to kill them off since the rats had been stealing technology and stuff from the family for years." I signed. "Sounds like an interesting book, but isn't it a bit young for you?" she asked through sign.
"Probably, but it reminds me of the time that I had less to worry about. Obviously, I had to worry about my drunkard of a father before he was arrested earlier in the summer and stuff like that, but one of my teachers understood that and introduced me to this book as a way to remember what a real family should look like, even if one of the parents is gone." I signed. She nodded. "Is that why you don't speak? Your father?" she asked me through sign. Grace and Mikey don't understand sign language and were too caught up in their own conversation to notice us. I nodded, knowing I could trust her. "There are only two people that I've ever truly spoken to since my mother died: my father, and Mr. Iglesias, who adopted me after my father was convicted." I told her. She gave me a half smile. "I'm glad things are finally turning around for you." she signed back to me before turning back to Grace and Mikey, knowing that I'd want to get back to my book before going back to the class where I'd have to give my presentation in front of Paula and my dad.
I know this one is short, but so is the original scene with Paula and Abby.
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