A Boy.
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5. Story


Chapter 5


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At  dinner
Bradley’s  father  asked
how  the  meeting  with
Bradley’s  teacher  went.


Bradley  looked  down
at  his  mashed  potatoes.
“Fine,”  said  his  mother.
“Bradley  is  doing  very  well.”

“Good.  Glad  to  hear  it,”
said  his  father.


Bradley  was  glad  to  hear  it  too.
Later  that  evening
his  mother  came  into  his room.

“I  met  Miss  Davis,
the  new  counselor,”  she  said.
“You’re  going  to  begin
seeing  her  tomorrow.”


“No,”  said  Bradley.
“I  won’t  go!”


“Please,  Bradley.
Don’t  be  that  way.
She  can  help  you,
if  you’ll  let  her.”


“I  don’t  need  any  help.
You  said  I  was  doing  very  well.”

“Did  you  want  me
to  tell  your  father  the  truth?
Do  you  want  to  be  sent
to  military  school?
Maybe  he’s  right.
I  don’t  know.
Maybe  that’s  what  you  need.”


“You  said  I  was  doing  very  well.
I  heard  you.”


“Please,  Bradley,”
said  his  mother.
“Give  Miss  Davis
a  chance.  Please.”


“You  should  have taken  me
to  the  zoo.”



It  was  drizzling
the  next  morning
as  Bradley  walked  to  school.
He  wore  red  rubber  boots
and  a  yellow  raincoat.


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He  stamped  in  every  puddle
along  the  way,
making  big  splashes.

He  suddenly  stopped
when  he  saw  Jeff
standing  next  to  the  school,
under  the  overhang.

Bradley’s  right  foot
remained  in  the  center
of  a  puddle  as  he  stared
at  his  one  and  only  friend.


He  took  a  deep  breath,
then  slowly  walked  toward  Jeff.

“He  has  to  like  me,”
he  tried  to  convince  himself.
“I  gave  him  a  dollar.”

“Hi,  Bradley,”
Jeff  greeted  him.

He  didn’t  answer.

“If  you  want,
I  can  help  you
with  your  homework  sometimes,”
Jeff  offered.

“I  know  I’m  new  here,
but  I’m  pretty  smart,
and  we  learned
the  same  stuff
at  my  old  school.”
He  shrugged  modestly.


Bradley  looked  at  Jeff
as  if  he  were  from  outer  space.

“I  don’t  need  any  help,”
he said.
“I’m  the  smartest  kid  in  class.
Ask  anyone.”


They  headed  for
Mrs.  Ebbel’s  room,
side  by  side  but  not
necessarily  together.