Tearlet

Chapter 21

Ch. 21-

We spend our lunch time for the rest of the week in the school's library. We scan through books and read about the African history. We have a notebook and began to jot down important ideas. We draw a timeline starting way back during the Stone Age, of the beginning of human kind, and ending in the modern time. We used documents and quotes, adding it to our essay. We worked long and hard during the few days that we had.

Throughout the note-taking and furious typing we took some time to speak to each other and about the things we learned. We mentioned how Africa became a main place for slavery. We also came across a subject in the African sacrifices and learned how many African cultures depended on this. I told her about my childhood memories. I began with how part of Morocco is desert and the other part is ocean. As I describe it to her, Skyler absorbs all the information and sits there interested by it.

"I want to go there now," She said.

"So, you can paint if?" I asked.

"Yup," She said, proudly and we laughed together.

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"Crap, I need 500 more words and we already wrote everything we know," I sigh.

With two days of torture of thinking, we managed to write 5,500 words. Skyler is sound asleep, probably exhausted from work. My school jacket that covers her rises and falls with her steady breath. She has her face rested against her hand and her mouth slightly open as she snores softly. I pull out my phone and snap a picture. I chuckle at the view.

"Okay, back to work, Ednan." I tell myself as I crack my knuckles.

I proof read and add a few things here and there, correct the punctuation and add extra words. I search a few things about the sacrifices and add it to the essay. I find dates and add it here and there. I also add another slave's story to the one I already have. I continue to type as Skyler dreams.

I lean back and yawn. I read over it once more. I glance at the biotin of the screen and grin as I notice it has become 6,300 words. Three hundred more than the original goal. I stretch my arms and sigh in relief.

"Skyler," I whisper against her ear.

She stays asleep. I sit besides her and place my head down as I watch her sleep. I poke her cheek and she moves around.

"Skyler," I say a bit louder, "Wake up." I nudge her in her sleep and her eyes flicker open.

"What do you want?" She says half asleep in an annoyed tone.

"I finished." I tell her straight of the bat. She jolts up wide awake.

"Really!?" She yells.

"Yes really."

"Thank you do much!" She says as she hands me my jacket and then jumps to her feet, rushing to the computer. She sits in the rolling chair and begins to read out loud to herself. A few minutes she completes reading it and grins, "It is perfect. Glad I had a smart guy to help me out." She says smiling.

"Let us make a copy," I say as I reach over for the mouse. I hover over her as she sits in between by arms, "It will take a second," I say noticing her tension. I click a few things and click the print button. The printer besides the computer begins to make noises, "There," I say and grab the papers. I staple it together and slip it in a folder.

I look over at Skyler as she stands, her cheeks are red, "I could have done it myself," She says as she touches her hot cheeks.

"Did I do something wrong?" I ask, confused.