Minute 76
Monday. First two blocks of school were boring, again. I looked for Mike unsuccessfully, I desperately needed him to help me with algebra. Not in the cheating way, but rather in explaining things I could not grasp. He, despite his accent, was very good at explaining complex matters in simple ways. I started to appreciate his kindness even more now that he had been absent from my life in recent weeks.
I was in one of the hallways looking at a miscellaneous ads board looking for algebra help in case Mike was MIA. My ears could not believe what I heard behind me: “That was a very good game last Saturday.”
“Sara!” I could barely say anything. “What? … what did you say?”
“I said that last game was full of drama,” she was all smiles, “and the plays were very good.”
“Who told you a
