Under Our Care

Chapter 2

It was Monday. The doomed day. If all the people in this world hate Monday so much, I wonder why it wasn't erased from the calendar. The worst thing about Monday is that we have to turn in all our assignments of the previous week. Even though we had all week and the weekend, I did most of it on Sunday, hence the tiredness. I wish I could go back to Friday and do all my work on Friday but procrastination is life.

I wonder what would it be to be like Isaiah, ahead in class, looking good on a Monday. I look dead-ass beat in a blue faded jeans, a basic black tee and my long hair in a messy bun. I hate to let them down. It's just so annoying to have them blowing in wind, constantly slapping my face.

"What's wrong with you?" Maverick asked from the front passenger seat.

"Monday" I replied nonchalantly.

"That explains." Ezekiel laughed, he was the only one who hated Mondays as much as me. I didn't know about Isaiah and Maverick pretty much felt the same about all the days.

"Okay kids, you have reached your destination. Stay out of trouble, I hope you have your lunch money, study hard. Now quickly give brother Ezekiel a kiss." He said in a high pitched tone, probably imitating a mother.

We stepped out with our bags on our shoulder, Isaiah showed him a finger while I hollered ' Bye Mom ' over my shoulder.

"I wish he was as funny as he thinks he is." I said wistfully to Isaiah.

"I wish that too," He said with a small laugh as he looked at me.

Isaiah is probably 4 inches taller than me and days like this when I walk beside him, I look shorter and less prettier than I actually am. He was wearing a maroon V - necked shirt and dark blue jeans with his sneakers and I could practically see a girl checking him out. Isaiah is usually ignorant of all the girls having a crush on him. According to him those girls are stupid and he isn't up for casual hook-ups. I know he is a romantic inside the closet. He believes in long -term commitments.

We parted are ways in the hallway. I made my way to the locker where I met Ariba. Ariba and I met in middle school and we have been friends since then. I had my Chemistry class first and the award for most loathsome and vile teacher goes to Mrs. Durham. I wished she would just leave me alone and let me fail in chemistry instead she had to pick me out, embarrass, insult and then fail in chemistry.

Rest of the school was pretty much as mundane as it could be. No fights during lunch or in the hallways. Isaiah told me that we had to take the bus back home as Maverick has taken the car to the service station.

We only had two cars for the five of us. One belongs to our parents which is used by Chris and we saved up for the other one.

"Isaiah, this way." I called out as soon as I spotted him. He was talking to some guy, more like tolerating that guy. He looked at me and relief washed over his face. I guess he owes me one now.

"So, what was that about?" I asked as we walked towards the bus stop.

"Oh just some guy asking me to tutor him."

"You should do it. You are really good at it." I encouraged him. He really was good at it, he was better than my teacher. Isaiah has a  way of studying and teaching. He understands how mind works.

"Are you kidding? I could barely tolerate that guy for like five minutes." He said dismissing my words. I knew that would be hard for him. He does not have many friends, he likes to be to himself. I respect that but sometimes I think he really should put himself out there.

"Maybe you are judging him too soon and plus it could give you some extra money."

"No I'll pass. I already have a part time job and some one to tutor." He said looking at me. "And that reminds me our class starts at  5 in the evening don't be late. Chris is really after me to make you pass and if you fail I'll have to bear the heat of it."