Chapter Two: Brian and the Note
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Since the foursome of friends all hated riding the bus, they would be dropped off by their parents near Brian�s house (about a half mile from the school) where they would meet up and walk to school together. They always were dropped off extra early so they would have the time to go slowly, but not be late to class. On a normal basis, they began their walk at 7:15 A.M. and made it to school by 7:25. If someone was late, someone else would have to call them. On Wednesday, it was Sam�s turn to call the late person. �Allison! Hurry up! You�re going to make us late to school!� Sam said urgently. �I�m coming! I didn�t wake up when my alarm clock went off at 5:15. I�ll be there in a second!� Allison said jerking on her tennis shoes. Her medium-long blond hair was pulled back in a tight braid and her dark brown eyes were framed by her small glasses as usual. Brian and Jared were talking quietly when the Sam got off the phone, but stopped as soon as they heard a car door slam. Allison sprinted toward them and skidded to a stop just before ramming into Brian. �Okay, we can go now. I�m ready.� Allison sighed with relief. �Hey Allison, do you want to go extra early and meet with Herr* Beck when I go tomorrow? I want to ask him some questions about extra credit and possibly private lessons.� �Sure I�ll come. Should I bring my scooter?� �Yup. I�ll let you share my locker to put it in if you hurry tomorrow! Sam, Jared, you guys can come or walk later.� �Are you nuts?! Of course we�re coming!� the other two said simultaneously. ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ The next day, the three of them were busy getting their scooters, leaving Brian alone in front of his house. A car drove up. Allison�s mom rolled down her window and held out a binder. She thrust it at Brian explaining that it was her daughter�s German binder and it had her homework in it. Brian promised that he�d give it to her at school. When Mrs. Kunze drove off, Brian carefully opened the binder. He found the inside perfectly organized with pens, pencils, paper, dividers, etc. The only thing he could find out of place was a folded piece of paper that looked like a note. He checked his watch. It told him that he would have a bit of time. When he pulled the note out of the pocket and turned it over, he saw that it had his name on it. He carefully unfolded it and scanned through it. Reaching the next to last paragraph, he stopped. He read it slowly. It said: �Oh Brian. I feel frustrated! I know since you�re so smart that you figured out most of my likes and dislikes. Except you seemed to never figure out one. I always felt like I should tell you, but I didn�t want you to change. I�ve wasted a lot of paper babbling on about useless stuff, but there was only one thing I really wanted to tell you. In the 7th grade, I always got the butterflies when you were close to me. Now, having months to think it over, I know the truth. I had a huge crush on you, Brian and those butterflies haven�t stopped coming. In fact, I think now it�s even worse. I like you, Brian�more than almost anything else in the world.� Brian�s heart skipped a beat when he read the last two sentences. He scanned the last small paragraph, then refolded the note and put it away. He tucked Allison�s binder safely away in his backpack. Just then, Allison, Jared and Sam joined up with him and they raced to school in about two minutes.
