Let's start right where we left off last week.
"Never, ever do
anything for my brother. That's a warning. You give him this,"
she pointed at her wrist, "and he'll take his," she pointed
at her elbow and moved up to her shoulder.
I started to imagine
lieutenant Fin taking my entire arm if I was ever to hold his hand
and that wasn't a bad feeling at all, but Alex was not lieutenant
Fin, at least not the version I liked and who I might never meet
again. I suddenly felt like I wanted to be Michelle so bad. Her
version of me seemed to have everything, a dad who had been there all
her life, a way to get knowledge a lot more easily because there
universe already had spaceship, and lieutenant Fin.
"The problem with
Alex is that he knows what he wants," Amy continued as I listen
only with one ear thinking about my absence of black out and wanting
to go to the spaceship. "He knows it so bad that he won't let
anything come in his way and he want it so bad that he would use
everyone to get to it. I told you I copied my homework on him, well
in exchanged I had to do his cores, which means maybe that I become
super good at cores like a girl from the 40ties and in exchange he
became really good at studying. And I think that's unfair. I mean I
agreed to that becasue it was a lot easier to get the cores done than
to do the homework and because just thinking about doing the homework
was almost killing me with anxiety but he knew it, all along. He knew
that he was gaining something invaluable in return and I didn't I
thought it was all equivalent but half of what's in his head should
be in mine by now and it isn't and I'll have to play catch up."
"So when did you
figure that out?"
"Figure out what?"
"That you were
wasting your time doing his core while he gain all the knowledge?"
"When I saw your
room earlier," Amy said.
"My room? What's
about it, it's just the same as yours."
"Well, you have
books in there and all those notebooks and I have shoes. I made my
bed in the morning, I cleaned the dishes away, I even swept the floor
before leaving because there were some dirt from last night as I had
something under my shoes. You didn't do all that," Amy said.
"Because I woke up
sorta feeling funny," I said for my defense, she was somehow
implying that my room was not clean enough and I knew it wasn't and I
knew that if my mum saw it she would get me straight back home and
complain all the way how I couldn't take care of myself.
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