CPR

Three: "I Highly Doubt That."

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When I walk into the school building, my mom is right at the entrance of the main office, looking out at the crowd. I approach her out of curiosity, wanting to know why she's standing outside the office. She spots me and perks up slightly, jerking her head over to her office, letting me know she wants me to follow.

I follow behind her, curious about what she wants. When we are both in her office, she turns to me and sighs. "I got an email from Jason's father. He wants my opinion on what to do about Jason, regarding his education after his incident. Maxon mentioned having Jason home-schooled until he is fully recovered. I want to know what you think I should tell him."

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. I wasn't expecting my mom to ask me what she should tell Jason's father, especially since she's had to send emails to parents whose children were expelled and recommended home-schooling techniques to them.

I do take her question into thought though. I scrunch my face in thought, trying to help her out. As I'm about to say I don't have any current ideas, one pops into my mind. I think the idea over trying to go over the pros and cons. I open my mouth a few times, trying to put my thoughts into words. When I feel like I've managed to find the correct words I want to use, I open my mouth ready to help. "I think I have an idea, mom. Why don't we have his teachers record their lessons because his dad may not have enough time to teach him all he needs to know? Or maybe have a few people take notes to him at the end of the day or at the end of every week. The videos from the teachers can be posted on the school's website so he can access them easier."

My mom ponders the idea for a short moment. When she makes her decision, she smiles a soft smile and walks over to me. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, thanking me for my help, and showing that she's happy with my advice.

"Thanks for the help, sweetie. I'll let Maxon know and see what he thinks. He'll probably agree to it, so he doesn't stress. God knows that both he and his son need more stress in their lives at this moment," my mother sighs out. Her arms unravel from my shoulders, then she leans back from me. Looking at my face, she smiles. "A few more things, sweetie. First, how was your brother?"

A smirk plasters onto my face at the thought of what he did to me this morning. The perfect moment for revenge.

"He jumped up on my bed and wouldn't stop until I got up. After I told him I would be up in two minutes, he said he would dump water on my bed if I didn't make him a fancy breakfast."

She nods her head, the corner of her lips scrunching up. "How much of that is a lie?"

"The breakfast part was a lie."

"Thought so. Second, I'm thinking about having a week of the school year dedicated to the CPR things you do. Like how to the Heimlich, CPR, maybe even have a blood drive. What do you think?"

"I think that's a great idea, mom! A blood drive would be perfect for that kind of event. Maybe even have the gym classes canceled or something and have courses where everyone can learn how to do everything, possibly even have a CPR-certified course too. When do you plan on doing it?"

"Within the next three weeks maybe. I was wondering if you can help plan the blood drive too. I know these life-saving techniques are up your alley. Maybe it'll look good on your college applications too. Do you have lunch?"

"Shit. I knew I forgot something." I announce in shock. I had completely forgotten money for lunch or even a packed lunch. My mom gives me a look at the word that popped out of my mouth. I smile sheepishly, hoping I can be forgiven quickly. She shakes her head and huffs at me, walking over to her desk and opening a drawer.