Saturday, July 07, 2007
New Beginning 311
“There’s no science lab?” Trevor repeated.
Trevor had told his father that moving to this backwater would ruin his life. Here was the first evidence that he was right. He always was. Why did people doubt him?
Mr. Johnson flipped through the file on his desk. “What? No, no science lab.” Trevor watched as he wrote the number 28 next to Trevor’s name on a list. “Here, sign here.”
“Is 28 my student number?” Trevor asked, as he signed the form. When he looked back up, Mr. Johnson had disappeared. “Mr. Johnson?”
The man’s head popped back up from behind his desk. “Here you go. You’re all set now.” He thrust something into Trevor’s hands.
“What’s this?” Trevor stared at the numbered shirt and red trimmed shorts.
“Your basketball uniform.” Mr. Johnson stood, picked up his clipboard, and moved toward the door.
"Basketball?" Trevor said to the now empty room. "Basketball?"
Trevor couldn't believe it. He was a geek, a science nerd. Always had been. Over the years, he'd demonstrated his geekiness by worshiping Gil Grissom on CSI, Garcia and Reid on Criminal Minds, the Professor on Gilligan's Island. But secretly, when he was lying in bed in the dark, he worshiped Kobe Bryant and Allen Iverson.
He pulled out his mini-chemistry set and threw it into the trash. He wouldn't be needing that anymore.
Then he pulled out something else, something he'd been yearning to wear for a long, long time . . . His bling.
Opening: Stephanie.....Continuation: Anonymous