Thirty Three: But...
“Okay, Ashley and Matthew. For today, you both don’t have to tell me about your activities because I know it would be both of you doing your homework together like any other day before. Just give me the photos and videos of both of you and you can go back to your house and do another activity.” Mr. Michael says, seem to look pretty bored by this too.
Feeling so effing grateful, I smile brightly at him. Finally someone who understands my suffering. “Thank you, Mr. Michael." I take a glance at Matthew who looks pretty bored when I remember something. "Oh, the pictures and video are already sent to your e-mail.” I add.
“Okay. You can go now.” I rise from my seat gratefully, because I'm free from this hours of boring shit and nonsense that was going to happen, and begin to walk out of the room. “But...” He says slowly. I look at him with confusion an curiosity taking over happiness from my face. I sit back on the chair slowly, eyebrows already furrow as I frown. “You both have to do something other than doing your homework together.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like what I said, you both have to do something other than doing your homework together.” He repeats himself.
Something other that doing our homework, huh? Holy fudge! Don't tell me that we have to hangout together and do those best friends shit like watching a movie together, having lunch together, going to the park or many other things. Damn, I hate this so badly I think it's better if the aliens starting to invade the earth in any second from now so I don't have to do those thing together with him.
“Like going out on a stroll?” Matthew says, looking a little confused. Mr. Michael nods his head proudly at him with a grin appears on his face. “Yeah.”
“Or going to places?” Matthew says again.
We know what you mean, Matthew. Now just shut up so we can get out from here. I want to eat my ice cream and watch some movies at home and just forget about homework for a little while.
“Yes! You are correct! Because doing homework is kind of boring and shitty. I know that you kids don't like homework. So, I was thinking that you both can go to other places doing things together because you can do your homework by yourselves, correct?” My forehead creases as I think about what would happen if we go out together. All the possibilities.
“But we’re fine doing our homework together. By doing that, we can explain each other what we don’t understand.” I say.
There’s no way I would go hangout with Matthew. Not in a million years!
“Oh, I know you can do it yourselves because both of you are in the top 5 of your class. So, the assignment from me is, go to the beach or theme park together or other places you both want to go to, take some pictures of the both of you or record a video and then report it to me. You both don’t have to do it from today because I know you both have a baseball practice to attend, but you should start from tomorrow.” He explains.
Fuck. Thing of something else, Sophie. Think! What should I suggest so we don't have to go hangout together? What should I suggest? Nothing comes to my fucking mind. Damn, I really hate myself. Let's just think of something else.
“But, won’t it be like, exhausting since we have to practice baseball for 3 times a week and we have homework to be done and we go home late than most of the kids in here?” I ask.
“Well, then practice baseball together and do your homework together too.” He suggests. I stare at him in disbelief. Two activities in a day? Like hell I would really do that with him!
“What?! That means two activities in a day?”
I almost roll my eyes on him but I hold it back, sighing quietly as I think over his first suggestion. At least if we have to go somewhere together, I don't really have to do baseball practice and homework with him every single day for the rest of the week.
“How about your first suggestion, hanging out together?” I ask.
“You both can do it when you don’t have to practice baseball.” So we have to go hang out together for four times in this week. Great. Just fucking great.
“No more question. Now go, and enjoy your activity.” Mr. Michael cuts my words, smiling at the both of us.
“Uh, okay.” I return his smile. “Thank you, Mr. Michael.”
I quickly stand up from the chair and walk out of the room, with my head already clouded with thoughts that won't stop running around inside my mind.
What? Now we should go to places together? Are you kidding me? This is so unbelievable. He said we should start tomorrow. But how? We have baseball practice tomorrow and we should do it from tomorrow?
Oh, right. He said we don’t have to go out if we have baseball practice. But that means tomorrow we should do our practice together which is so shitty.
“Ashley, hey!” Matthew yells.
I turn around, rolling my eyes in annoyance, and then giving him a look. “What?” I spit out the word rather harshly at him.
“Chill, I’m just calling you.” He says, looks a little bit mad. After seconds pass us by, his face turns expressionless. “Well, about the assignment, we have to start from tomorrow. What should we do?”
“Can we not talk about that now? I’m not in the mood.”
“Hurry, we have practice today.”