File Book 2

Chapter 6:Quarter fraction

Like I said, it has been two months already and here we are returning back into the classroom from recess. Doing jump rope almost every day each time I have school it kind of tiring. I do not want to say that it is annoying whenever we go to recess and doing jump roping is a must for a few of us here in this school. My mind feels like that I just want to do something else instead of repeating the same thing from the previous times I go to school getting lectured about what is worth remembering as we get older. As we entered the classroom, Ms. Goldsmith is standing right next to this big wall that looks almost like a big chalkboard with something else attached to it. Partially looking like she is being serious around here, I was afraid to ask her what is the matter. Better not get in her nerve or make her unleash her outburst of anger against me. "Boys and girls, pick a spot where you want to sit, perhaps sit right next to your friends" Mr. Farrell instructed with a happy, joyful, politeful tone of her voice and showing a gesture where she is pointing her arm at the direction for all of us to take a seat. The same area where we form with a partner and play the number sign game together, with our eyes staring at Sarah and Jacob blankly over them whining on things that does not seem to be a much bigger deal. Personally, probably anyone's compared to my own opinion, taking a number one sign to your home is not necessarily until you actually have the permission from the teacher to do so. If you decided to take things that you found at home without anybody around you noticing it, you may be lucky enough to keep it in your home and hope for the best of when you come back to school again. Not a single person in this school did not saw you taking things around the school property and even tattle telling the teachers on you. And if somebody here are going to snitch on me either I unknowingly take things in which I thought I was allow to take it home with me, I will spill out the truth. There is no point of pressuring me to say things in another way that is absolutely not true. I want to be the person who is identified as a normal little boy trying out new things, such as interacting with new people and most likely make friends for one to another. Not when you think in a wrong way, something like anyone here who had decided to come talk to me if they have no one else to talk to. Additionally not being a type of person in school decided to be straight up mean and at the same time not giving out the reason as to why I dislike them. Pretty sure we just met and nothing like I just hate them within a matter of seconds like Sarah did to me. How does pouring hatred on someone that you just met has anything to do with the fact Jacob and Sarah who were in the circle group whining over something that is not very important in their lives? Well, I guess you could say that us little humans, or just saying us little children who goes to school actually, wanted to find something else that could require their life to feel like they are worth having a life fulfillment. Taking school property without anyone around you noticed a hint about your strange behaviors, including the moment where you love being an entitled little kid, perhaps like Sarah who hates me due to leaning my body close to her unexpectedly, over things that are a big deal to them. What is a big deal to you, huh? You raising your voice at Ms. Farrell after she tells you to pay close attention? Does that triggers your ego or you just wanted to have a perfect life by being a good student with a strong good behavior? How would you be able to be a good student when you continuously keep making that disgusting look on your face every time you see me? At least I hope I am not the only one person around this elementary school who got disgustingly looked at by Sarah herself. What about Jacob and his perhaps somewhat strange behavior over him wanting to bring the number one sign at home, his home specifically? Does his behavior comparable to Sarah's rude behavior? Did he made a disgusting look on his face whenever he sees me? So far, he is like an alright guy to hangout with. We did not bother to talk to each other due to the moment when I am a little boy who is waiting on him deciding if he wants to talk to me or not. I am not nervous or anything, it is just that my brain is making me feel like that I am not in a mood to walk up to him and start talking to him. If I truly feel like I want to talk to him later on, then I can choose whenever I want to talk to him. I think the last time when I first spoken to him was like at least two weeks ago when we were outside playing in the recess. Passing by almost having nothing else better to do until Jacob told me to help push him when he was in a swing set. Skedaddle my way to the spot where I am standing behind him and giving him a soft push. Afraid that I might hurt him because he would fall off from a swing set if I dare myself to give him the most hardest push I could let out. Like his bottom slips off from the swing and his body rotates forward to the position where he plop his head right into the bark chip soil. Screaming like someone stole his candy and either Ms. Goldsmith or Mr. Jones made their facial expression viewing me in an angriest matter they could possibly shown me. Mr. Jones over there slowly moving his lips inward and points at the direction where I could be in time out of  have to say sorry to Jacob for accidentally hurting him. I mean, he did asked me to help push him from a swing set to give him a good amount of boost he could have gotten from me. Nothing like it is my objective to purposely hurt him from pushing him in a swing with mostly a softer force, not an extreme harder push. Heck, if Jacob decided to flung his body out from the swing set and slam on the ground on purpose to make it look like I intentionally hurt him, I would be mad and not bother talking to him again. Or that was at least I had thought about it, now since I can process that moment in my mind. Regardless, here I am sitting down based of my own choice as to what spot I would like to sit on and as I am waiting, Logan decided to sit right next to me. "Oh hey Logan. I did not see you there" I said and slightly sound like I was startled or almost scared. I was paying attention on the posters and big stickers, revealing to be like a world map and these markings showing a long list of alphabet letters and numbers. Thinking whether the world map is actually real or not, I can think in my head going through so many places I had not yet been in before. That will be the best moment I can ever had in my experience, if that actually will happened to me. "Hi there. Mind if I sit next to you?" Logan asked and it looks like he already likes me, dur to myself being really respectful to him. "Yeah, sure" I said in a more welcoming manner. I was going to tap on the ground softly to show where I want him to sit on, but that would be kind of weird. It was supposed to be a father who does that to their child. Even I am not old enough to become a father due to being so young attending in elementary school, and not really sure this school does not teach you of knowing how to parent. I do not know, I could be wrong about not knowing what we are going to do in a later future throughout this school year. As long as it is fun and enjoyable for everybody here in this classroom, I would fit in along with the people around me. Anyway, while we are waiting for everybody to come in the classroom with us, Logan decided to keep talking to me some more. "So how was your time in recess going along with you?" Logan asked, which I am not sure if that is a proper way to ask someone with that type of question. "Oh, it was good. Not that I am controlling your decision or anything else, but you should cut some slack away from that jump roping thing" I answered and suggested. "Why not? I really love jump roping" Logan said and showing both of fists moving close to his chest as a sign that he really loves jump roping. Nothing like he was trying to punch me when he does that or move his clutched hands close to me, just repeating the same old thing like he had done from the previous days and I am noy annoyed over that. I am going to be only annoyed when Sarah still keeps making a disgusting look on her face. You are still mad and disgusting over me leaning my body towards you when I was sitting literally away from you? I already did said that I am sorry and you are still mad about that? Like come on, be nice and respectful to me and some other people around here. Unless you much rather prefer getting a time out by one of the three teachers over your behavior, such as not accepting my apology. Enough about me talking about Sarah's bad behavior, I would have to specified to Logan as to why he should stop doing the jump ropes. "Well, it is not like you would get offended if I said something as to why going to play jump roping to get a much higher score as you need to is a big deal or anything, it is just that someone here in this school will mock you and said that jump roping is for girls only. Because two of us are boys, there is a possible chance we would eventually get made fun of" I explained and point at myself and Logan for like at least three times. The purpose as to why I had said that, or why did I even thought about that, is because like almost a month ago, Hector wants me to line up with him while both of us are waiting for one of our turn to play in the jump rope area. And as I was standing behind Hector, I felt a tap on my right shoulder, turned around where I am looking at someone who wanted my attention for some valid reason, and it was none other than Sarah. That one girl I had met from when we ride in the same bus together and instantly hates me. Not like I am going to talk to you by moving my body close to you to the point where I am probably want to kiss you or anything, in addition of not knowing how to kiss someone in their mouth properly because I am still a small little boy. What I noticed about Sarah after I am making an eye contact on her is that she just made a little bit of progress changing her behavior. I can tell judging by the look on her eyes and she looks like she is calm for a moment there. Regardless, when I asked her what she would like to do or say to me, she asked me why most of the time when all of us go to recess that I must go play some more jump rope. I answered that either I was most likely were asked to joined them or it is my decision to joined them. Still kind of want to get a higher score of jump roping, though I am getting really tired of that. Again, I would like to try out new things instead of doing the same old thing from the previous times I go to school. And so after I answered Sarah's question as to why I keep going to the jump rope area, she wanted to note that jump roping is for girls only. She would be right about this and I will bet if she had said the same thing towards somebody else who are not a girl, one of them will whine with a much higher pitched voice to lead the teacher knowing what is going on. I am not going to bother explaining more about this as I continue on talking with Logan. "Oh, and what do you mean we are going to made fun of when we were playing jump roping?" Logan kindly wanted me to specified. "If boys like us wanted to play jump roping after learning it is for girls only, we will get made fun of by getting finger pointed at and calling names saying we are girly girls" I explained. At least, that is what I thought about it seeing that I am just a little boy being a regular kid who spend most of my time watching cartoon shows. Stumble across with the big guy wearing something that is out of context and everybody who had been attending in that guy's school begins laughing at him. One guy did not realized he was wearing a head band with some other stuff sticking upward like a bunny ear, lucky charms, anything that will make him look absurd. I was going to say that the person who is laughing at the guy who is wearing something that is worth laughing at, he points a finger at him and at the same time laughing. Not a big problem for me, but I hope it happen to somebody else here. "Doesn't look like both of us are girly girls" Logan said and almost shaking his head back and forth. "Yeah, pretty sure both of us are not" I replied and agreeing on what Logan had said. "Is that everybody?" Ms. Goldsmith asked and continues waiting for either Ms. Farrell or Mr. Jones to give her a confirmation. I look at the direction of where we first got in, like staring at the doorway. While the remaining people made it back into the classroom, Mr. Jones look at Ms. Goldsmith after keeping his eyes outside for a bit longer and raise a thumb up. Giving out a sign of confirmation to Ms. Goldsmith, he lets go of the door, letting the door slowly closing as Ms. Farrell grabs this big horizontal door handle and pull it all the way close. As we were waiting, everybody here are talking while waiting for an announcement probably from Ms. Goldsmith. "Alright boys and girls, can I get your attention here?" Ms. Goldsmith asked and spread both of her arms widely with both of her hands showing a gesture that she wants our mouth to shut close. A sign of us to stop talking for a moment there, I felt a presence of someone quickly escort their way by passing behind me and it was Hector who decided to sit right next to me. "Hey guys, hey Richard" Hector quietly greeted and sits down. "Oh, hi Hector. Didn't see you there" I replied and Hector started smiling. "I hope everybody around here had a wonderful recess time. I got another activity I would like you boys and girls to play with" Ms. Goldsmith said as she walks up towards the table and grab this bid container filled with bags similar to the ones when we mess around with the small wooden blocks. We had been given a bag for only one person each and looking at it for a little bit longer, there is this circle shape that does not shape like a ball. It is flat and I realized it is a coin that all of us are going to use in this activity. Sure enough, I stumbled across an actual coin at the time to when I was a smally little baby and interact with them. Either a penny, nickel, dime, quarter, or something else, these type of coins are made out of metal and it is hard to bend them. But this coin I am looking at in this see through bad is the plastic one. I compare the plastic coins in the bag as the one you can find them in a toy section isle of the store. Every time I was on this shopping cart when my dad was pushing with amount of groceries from this particular store, I attempt reaching my arms further enough to grab that one toy with multiple plastic coins and my dad had already noticed it. He most likely rejects anything on what I requested to have on my hands and I would eventually cru about it. Typical babies crying over something that was not big of a deal to have in their life, I could be one of them by now. Anyway, I keep touching and rubbing the coins that are still in the bag and feel the grid marks around them. For the metal coins, the grid mark is smooth and pretty sure the people who make metal coins do not want to make the grid marks dangerously sharp. While I keep rubbing my two fingers on multiple plastic coins in the bag, Ms. Goldsmith made another announcement as she clap her hands together and spread her arms wide enough to get our attention. Looking like her hands are wide enough to grab one of us on top of our head, she is giving out a sign to pay close attention as to what she has to say here. "Alright boys and girls, can I get your attention here for a moment here again?" Ms. Goldsmith asked. Most of us stopped talking as I had already heard Sarah talking loud further away from where I am. And when I look at the direction to where she came from, she had already spotted me looking at her with a blank facial expression. I decided to look away and focus on the bag of plastic coins because if I keep staring at her for a really long time, she will complain about it and staring at her for whatever how long I could have stared at her will bored me out. "As you can see in the bag that you had been handed out, there are coins for you to figure out how much you have. Once you had counted how much you have in the bag and submit your final answer, you will get another bag of coins I had already got from this bin next to me" Ms. Goldsmith said and place her hand gentle onto the bin filled with bag of coins. Indicating where they are, I slowly lean my body to the side to look at where it is and only seeing the top plastic bags. Expecting there will be plastic coins like I had on my hands and I can feel the presence close to me. Looking at the direction where this presence is coming from and it is Hector moving close to me. Sitting next to me and throws the bag next to my bag, which I do not know what he was trying to do there. "What are you doing?" I asked in a quiet tone because I do not want to interrupt Ms. Goldsmith's announcement. After Hector throws the bag next to my bag, he grabs the bag of his own, like the one he had already been handed out, and open it. Dumping all the coins out of the bag and making this loud noise from him shaking the bag really hard. As the bags almost crumbling each other every time Hector keeps on shaking it, the plastic coins hit each other and that results to Ms. Goldsmith feeling interrupted. Now she is looking at Hector while he was moving the coins around, like spreading out wide enough to see it in a way it is probably easy for him to view the coins. Next, Ms. Goldsmith cleans her throat and look at Hector like she is really mad. I looked around and most of us are looking at Hector while Hector was spreading the coins out. "Hey Hector, would you mind pay attention as to what I had said around here?" Ms. Goldsmith asked and still showing him her angry facial expression. With both of her arms folded together, I hope Hector is not going to be spoiled like Sarah and Jacob. Not to be spoiled over wanting to take number one sign or talking back to the teachers, like Ms. Farrell and perhaps Ms. Goldsmith, that they are paying attention, though something else. Nobody around here is going to say something to Hector, leading him confused and started looking at me. I am staring at him with a blank facial expression for a few seconds there, then look back at Ms. Goldsmith. Still looking at Hector for a moment there, waiting for him to make eye contact on her. "Uhhh...Hector? Make face to face eye contact at Ms. Goldsmith, over there" Mr. Jones whispered and pointed at Ms. Goldsmith. It took Hector that long to realized Ms. Goldsmith is staring at him and I thought she is going to put both of her hands on both sides of her hip. Changing postures after folding both of her arms for a really long time and I am sitting here waiting what comes next when Hector took his own time to figure out this ordeal. "Anyway, when you have submit your answer correctly, I will hand you our with another bag. Get started" Ms. Goldsmith finish her announcement and double clap her hands together. Seems like everybody around this classroom had already have a permission to open our bag and dump the plastic coins on the ground. I did not realized this at the time when I dump all of my plastic coins out of the bag, but a few of them bounce on both the ground and coins. Eventually, it almost landed in the spot where Hector had already spread out his coins wide enough to take one or two people's personal work space. Lucky for me that I actually pay attention on only one coin flying towards Hector's work space as I quickly grab it and return back to my work space. Even more about something lucky here, Hector did not pay attention at the moment when one of my coin had landed in his work spot and I was afraid he was going to think that I stole his coins. Snitching on me saying that I stole his and I will be in the situation where I have zero clues as to what I was supposed to say here. Like lie some more while admitting the teal truth that I honestly did not stole his coins when I am confidentially sure I am speaking truthfully here. 'no, I want you to lie. Stop saying the real truth' says the person who is being desperate around here.