Let's start right where we left off last week.
Amy looked at him as if
she too was waiting for the answer.
"Mum and dad are
going to blame me for not talking her out of it when she fail even
the classes they personally discussed with her to make it easy for
her before we came here," Alex said.
"And?" I asked.
"And it's going to
be my fault when she fails again and I don't want to be blame for it
again," Alex said.
I could see that Amy was
something between unbelievable and happy. Like he was going to be
blame if she failed but she didn't really believe that.
"I won't fail,"
Amy said.
Alex sighed and stood up.
"Today is my free
afternoon and as you are going to class with Fred I don't need to tag
along, I'll go study what I need instead of that nonsense, if you
would excuse me."
He took his tray and
walked away without waiting for an answer.
"He is getting
worse," Amy said.
"Like what?" I
answered.
"He is fun to be
around. I mean it sucks to be his sister because of my parents and he
never goes to party or have fun but normally he can have a
conversation without being a jerk," Amy said.
"Maybe it's hard for
him to handle, having two girls soon to be proved a lot smarter than
him," I said.
"It could be,"
Amy said laughing looking in direction of her brother. He was talking
to some guys at a table near the entrance. She didn't seem to believe
me though. "I can't fail," she added.
"You won't," I
answered.
"There is still a
better chance I will, what they reproach me the most is that I never
finished anything."
"Like the piano and
horse riding?" I asked.
"I wanted to stop
the music theory only. I had skipped second year with one other girl
and the teacher was making us pay for it," she said.
"Like what?"
"Like saying we
thought we were better than everyone else and asking extra hard
questions which we still could go through which infuriated her even
more. Like making comments about how we would know stuff if we had
done second year. The thing was we were hear because it was the only
compatible schedule, we never asked for anything. So I asked my
parents to stop the music theory classes and they took the piano away
too. I mean I know I could have managed the piano what I wanted was
to play, not to learn to read crazy stuff that I could already read
just fine but for them it was no piano without music theory and they
never gave me a choice."
"And the horses?"
"I fell in love with
the wrong guy," Amy answered. "I'm over it now, but I never
rode a horse since."
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