Earlier, nine years ago...
I turned to Carrie as we both sat on the bleachers and stated, "I believe this is the solution." As I slid my enormous square-shaped glasses over the bridge of my nose, I chewed the pencil tip. Carrie glanced over at my response and read over my notes before nodding.
Roey, you are so incredibly intelligent! I adore you so much. She cried out while taking notes. After school had concluded, we had both been slouching over our calculus notes for the previous hour and a half. Even though the schoolwork was challenging, I eventually succeeded. I now kept my gaze fixed on the basketball floor as I watched the boys compete. I plucked at my two separate pigtail braids, wishing I was athletic enough to play on the basketball, volleyball, football, or whatever else team.
Carrie handed me my notes back as her phone rang.
