Chapter Questions On ' Love Essay
Love (noun): “Maybe the first time you saw him you were ten. He was standing in the sun scratching his legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. His hair was being pulled. Or he was pulling someone 's hair. And a part of you was drawn to him, and a part of you resisted, wanting to ride off on your bicycle, kick a stone, remain uncomplicated. In the same breath you felt the strength of a man, and a self-pity that made you feel small and hurt. Part of you thought: Please don 't look at me. If you don 't, I can still turn away. And part of you thought: Look at me.”
It was the next day when I noticed that Chris and John hadn 't shown up to English that morning. I looked at Dean, who was currently doing his work. "Dean, do you know where Chris and John are?"
"Yeah, they 're behind the oval. They asked me to stay with them, but I wanted to come to English" he said, looking down at his workbook.
I frowned. "Are you okay? Or are you boys fighting?"
He shook his head and put down his pen. "No, it 's nothing like that. I just thought that we were all getting better and then they go and do this. Can you talk to them?"
I nodded. "Of course I will. I have a free period after this, so I 'm going to find them. Man, I bought you guys maccas today and everything."
"Yeah, I 'm sorry, but I know that if you talk to them, they 'll listen. Everyone listens to you" he said, making me chuckle. "Everyone except Blake."
He rolled his eyes. "I 'm sure he listens to…