Chapter 6 Afternoon Classes
The boys and girls lined up on opposite sides of the hallway. The boys went into one room and the girls went into the other room. Dundee thought it was silly to call this resting since there were no couches just funny looking things attached to the wall and seats with big holes in the center.
Dundee lagged behind the other boys and watched Kevin. “Hey, Tyler, what are you looking at?” asked Kevin.
“Nothing.” Dundee felt awkward. He had seen Tyler go to the bathroom before. He figured he could do the same thing. He struggled with his pants, but the worst part was that his leg kept wanting to lift and he wobbled on one leg. It’s a lot harder trying to balance on one leg than on three legs.
“What a weirdo,” said Alfred who noticed Dundee struggling to keep his balance. Kevin thought it was funny and started to laugh. So did the other boys.
Mrs. Duncan called into the restroom. “What’s so funny in there? Come on, boys.” The others splashed water onto each other as they washed their hands, then scurried back to the line. Dundee used his hands to help balance. He hurried outside without stopping at the sink. Stifled giggles greeted him. He pretended to ignore the other boys.
When they entered the classroom Mrs. Duncan said, “Math time.” Oh, great, Math. Dundee passed the math worksheets behind him to Jessica. He felt a knot in his stomach and felt like crying. He put his fist to his mouth.
“Let’s practice what we learned yesterday,” said Mrs. Duncan brightly. Dundee looked around. Kevin and Alfred were bent over their worksheets. Jessica was erasing. He still couldn’t figure how to hold a pencil so he could pretend. I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to read or do math. I just want to rest. This is all too hard. “I want to go home,” Dundee cried softly.
Mrs. Duncan was preparing a lesson at her desk and didn’t notice Dundee’s frustration. Jessica did. She came over to him and said, “I’ll help you, Tyler. I know that math is hard for you. We’ll do it together.” Just then, Dundee was overwhelmed with gratitude. She’s so pretty and so nice. She smells like soap. In that moment Dundee forgot himself, leaned over and gave her a great big wet doggie kiss on the cheek.
“Ouuuuu,” shrieked Jessica. “I’ll never want to kiss a boy as long as I live!” She wiped her shirt sleeve over her shining cheek. “And, you can do your math yourself!” she pouted as she went back to her seat.
The class giggled. Mrs. Duncan was so absorbed in her work that she barely glanced up. Dundee felt awful. He didn’t mean to upset Jessica and was embarrassed. He began to daydream; I wonder what Tyler is doing at home.
He looked out the window; it had started to rain.