Chapter 2

What the hell was he living for, I mean hes around seventy years old..... He couldn't even reach the ground after dropping the chalk, its terrible in my opinion. Old people have no use. He still had the grippe as well, and his room had that old peoples home smell about it with vicks trying to overpower it. He started lecturing me about my history exam on the egyptians, but i kind of admitted at the bottom that i didn't want him to feel sorry for flunking me or out like that but his lectures are very interesting though. He kept on chucking things on to the bed and missing... how annoying! he kept on saying how concerned about my future... "you will, boy" "you will, boy" thats all he kept saying. It was very depressing. I couldn't've sat there another ten minutes to save my life. I said i've got to go and get some equipment from the gym... i dont even keep me goddam equipment at the gym. I told him not to worry about me... i said my good by and walked out. I looked back into the window, I think he mouthed "Good luck" .... i hope not. it sounds terrible!