Love from the Drumming Neanderthal: Chapter 6
I opened the pamphlet and skimmed the first page I saw. It showed a picture of a smiling young girl drawing geometric shapes on a chalk board.
"Rafael's School of Math and Science for the Gifted." It pronounced in bold type. Underneath the heading the type continued,
"At Rafael's, we dedicate ourselves to challenging your child in strong academics. If you believe in the enlightenment of sciences..." And the article went on for the rest of the page.
"Definitely not." I said to myself, "Ewww, math." I continued paging through the book,every so often catching something Lila had circled. Unfortunately, nothing she had pointed out looked that interesting. Turns out, nothing looked very interesting in the book. I wasn't gifted in any academics, or would appreciate a school for snobby rich kids. Finally, I came across something that caught my eye.
"University of Wimlelonston, School of Art." Lila had put a star next to this one! The disciption went on,
"Wimlelonston was first developed to sharpen the instincts of the young in their artistic abilities. We feature classes in music, sculpture, drawing, design, computer technolgy, painting, theatre and much more. Plus, we also offer highly skilled teachers in other subjects such as math and history. Wimlelonson is located on a country estate complete with woods area and gardens for outdoor class needs. This year, we are delighted to introduce our first transportation system. It will allow students to travel home every day, giving the option for them to not attend our dormitories in the building. Hope you can join us next semester, your headmaster, Sir. Bigginz."
The school seemed too perfect, there had to be some flaw. It had everything I liked. Especially the music program. Those British people won't know what hit them when I come in playing the drums! I scanned the page once more, and noted the picture of a marble fountain at the entrance of the school. There, underneath the picture, were the heartbreaking words,
"All Boys School."
It's okay, there's bound to be another. But the more I searched, the more disappointed I became. Nothing in the book had anything compared to Wimlelonston. I threw the pamphlet to the floor and angrily began changing into my pajamas. This included pulling all of my items from my suitcase and stuffing them into the dresser. Along the process of unpacking, I pulled out my drumsticks. They were from Africa, well, that was what the woman at the music store said. To cool myself down, I began banging on the dresser and walls. Eventually I was so into the music, I was singing out loud.
"Baby! Do you know what you've done to me is sin. Do you know your actions are killing me in. How much bleeding must my heart do for you. I must love you true. Sweet my dear, do you love me too?" Bam bam baduum bam bonk.
"Sasha? You have very pretty voice, but is late. Go to bed please." Because I was banging the dresser so loud, I hadn't realized that Lila had walked in.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just kinda angry."
"I understand. When I get upset, I play trumpet ugly."
"You play trumpet?"
"Only as hobby. What is make you so angry?"
"These schools, I can't go to any of them."
"Oh?"
"I looked, and the only one I like is a school for boys." Lila gave me a glittering glance, and her mouth became a crooked smile.
"Wimlelonson?" She asked innocently.
"Yeah."
"Is good school. One of bestest. I can get you in there."
"Really!? How?"
She takes a good look at me, up and down. "You make good boy."
"What!?"
"Well, look in mirror Sasha. You skinny, muscular, handsome face with thick hair. You would make a very good looking boy."
"Okay." I'm too shocked to say anything else.
"We discuss in morning, go to bed. I'm tired."
As Lila turns around and closes the door behind her, I gape openly into the air. Disguising myself as a boy. Could I really pull it off?
"Rafael's School of Math and Science for the Gifted." It pronounced in bold type. Underneath the heading the type continued,
"At Rafael's, we dedicate ourselves to challenging your child in strong academics. If you believe in the enlightenment of sciences..." And the article went on for the rest of the page.
"Definitely not." I said to myself, "Ewww, math." I continued paging through the book,every so often catching something Lila had circled. Unfortunately, nothing she had pointed out looked that interesting. Turns out, nothing looked very interesting in the book. I wasn't gifted in any academics, or would appreciate a school for snobby rich kids. Finally, I came across something that caught my eye.
"University of Wimlelonston, School of Art." Lila had put a star next to this one! The disciption went on,
"Wimlelonston was first developed to sharpen the instincts of the young in their artistic abilities. We feature classes in music, sculpture, drawing, design, computer technolgy, painting, theatre and much more. Plus, we also offer highly skilled teachers in other subjects such as math and history. Wimlelonson is located on a country estate complete with woods area and gardens for outdoor class needs. This year, we are delighted to introduce our first transportation system. It will allow students to travel home every day, giving the option for them to not attend our dormitories in the building. Hope you can join us next semester, your headmaster, Sir. Bigginz."
The school seemed too perfect, there had to be some flaw. It had everything I liked. Especially the music program. Those British people won't know what hit them when I come in playing the drums! I scanned the page once more, and noted the picture of a marble fountain at the entrance of the school. There, underneath the picture, were the heartbreaking words,
"All Boys School."
It's okay, there's bound to be another. But the more I searched, the more disappointed I became. Nothing in the book had anything compared to Wimlelonston. I threw the pamphlet to the floor and angrily began changing into my pajamas. This included pulling all of my items from my suitcase and stuffing them into the dresser. Along the process of unpacking, I pulled out my drumsticks. They were from Africa, well, that was what the woman at the music store said. To cool myself down, I began banging on the dresser and walls. Eventually I was so into the music, I was singing out loud.
"Baby! Do you know what you've done to me is sin. Do you know your actions are killing me in. How much bleeding must my heart do for you. I must love you true. Sweet my dear, do you love me too?" Bam bam baduum bam bonk.
"Sasha? You have very pretty voice, but is late. Go to bed please." Because I was banging the dresser so loud, I hadn't realized that Lila had walked in.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just kinda angry."
"I understand. When I get upset, I play trumpet ugly."
"You play trumpet?"
"Only as hobby. What is make you so angry?"
"These schools, I can't go to any of them."
"Oh?"
"I looked, and the only one I like is a school for boys." Lila gave me a glittering glance, and her mouth became a crooked smile.
"Wimlelonson?" She asked innocently.
"Yeah."
"Is good school. One of bestest. I can get you in there."
"Really!? How?"
She takes a good look at me, up and down. "You make good boy."
"What!?"
"Well, look in mirror Sasha. You skinny, muscular, handsome face with thick hair. You would make a very good looking boy."
"Okay." I'm too shocked to say anything else.
"We discuss in morning, go to bed. I'm tired."
As Lila turns around and closes the door behind her, I gape openly into the air. Disguising myself as a boy. Could I really pull it off?