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lunch line once- covering their mouths with their hands for some reason. I figured a joke at first but thought differently when one of the girls looked in my and direction. I couldn’t understand how Victor knew they were talking about him from so far away. As that thought came to my mind the classroom lights went out.
I was watching the movie for about ten seconds when a deep silky enriching voice that should have been playing all the characters in this movie, or at least I thought so secretly in my mind. He whispered something so soft, so matter of fact in so few words I thought I had actually flew out of the window I felt so light. “Hi” was all he said but it was all he needed to say to wrap me up in a smile…even if I didn’t want to. The best part was having it whispered in my ear.
I said hi back but it wasn’t as smooth, soft, connected, or quiet as I thought it would be. It was more like a sheepish chirp of high pitched noise. Some people turned around but most others just ignored me. The only thing I worried about was getting another pep talk from Mr. O’ Donald. Thank goodness he was in the front of the classroom fixated on the television set even though he probably watched the movie a hundred times already.
I wanted to rip a sheet of paper out of my notebook but I knew it would be too loud so I let it go. Somehow Victor was able to quietly get a piece of paper without the students hearing. Victor threw the paper right over my head which landed right in the middle of my desk. There it sat…waiting, just waiting for me to unravel it so that I may see what kinds of words it held for me. For about five minutes I just left it on my desk till I finally had the guts to open the piece of paper and read what was inside.
It read simply: What do you want to know?
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I was watching the movie for about ten seconds when a deep silky enriching voice that should have been playing all the characters in this movie, or at least I thought so secretly in my mind. He whispered something so soft, so matter of fact in so few words I thought I had actually flew out of the window I felt so light. “Hi” was all he said but it was all he needed to say to wrap me up in a smile…even if I didn’t want to. The best part was having it whispered in my ear.
I said hi back but it wasn’t as smooth, soft, connected, or quiet as I thought it would be. It was more like a sheepish chirp of high pitched noise. Some people turned around but most others just ignored me. The only thing I worried about was getting another pep talk from Mr. O’ Donald. Thank goodness he was in the front of the classroom fixated on the television set even though he probably watched the movie a hundred times already.
I wanted to rip a sheet of paper out of my notebook but I knew it would be too loud so I let it go. Somehow Victor was able to quietly get a piece of paper without the students hearing. Victor threw the paper right over my head which landed right in the middle of my desk. There it sat…waiting, just waiting for me to unravel it so that I may see what kinds of words it held for me. For about five minutes I just left it on my desk till I finally had the guts to open the piece of paper and read what was inside.
It read simply: What do you want to know?
Imprint
Publication Date: 05-13-2011
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