Life and Liberty (pt. 2)
There’s Brent. Great! I finally run into someone I know, and it’s one of the weird kids! Well, I guess I don’t have any hope but to ask if he knows where Claremont St. is. Here goes!
“Hi, Brent. I don’t know if you remember me, but my name is Liberty. We have English together,” ventured Liberty.
“Yeah, you’re the new kid,” replied Brent.
“That’s right,” gulped Liberty. “I haven’t lived here very long, and I got lost. Do you know where Claremont St. is?”
“Nope. What’s it near?” asked Brent.
“It’s not too far from the Dairy Whip,” ventured Liberty, crossing her fingers that he knew where that was.
“Yeah, I know where the Dairy Whip is. It’s easier to show than to tell, though,” said Brent.
After he ran his book back into his house, she fell in step beside the lanky boy with pants that fell a full inch above his ankles.
This is awkward. Maybe I should talk to him. What do I talk about?
“What book are you reading for Ms. Dickens?” blurted Liberty.
“It’s called A Day No Pigs Would Die. I’m in the advanced readers,” said Brent, proudly.
“That sounds like a strange book,”
“Nah, it’s pretty good, so far”
After an awkward wait, she assumed that she’d have to wait for his report to learn anything more about the book.
“What do your parents do?” she blurted, again.
Brent looked to the ground, and after a pause, he responded, “My dad died in a car accident last year, and my mom works at a grocery store. We don’t have much, but mom always gets good deals on groceries.”
“I’m sorry to hear that!” Liberty exclaimed.
“Aw, we have food, and mom even clips coupons every week so she saves enough money to pay the bills. We’re fine. There’s Dairy Whip on the corner. I’d better get home now.”
“See you in English, tomorrow,” said Liberty as she wandered toward the ice cream shop.
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