IX | Group

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Ming puts his feet up on my desk.

'Why must we do project work?'

I push his feet off.
'Don't ask me. I don't know.'

Kumar puts his feet on my desk.

'Why can't we choose our own groups?'

I push his feet off.
'Stop it! I don't know!'

Nora peeks into my classroom.

Her lips are glossy today.
'Hello, Clyde.'

She sits on my desk.

Too close.

I make a half-hearted noise.

'Why's everyone such a mood?' she jokes.

'Project work lorh.'

'Why is it part of A Levels?'

'So lame.'

Nora: If it's not, you won't take it seriously.

Ming and Kumar
stare at her in disbelief.

I speak before they do.

'Your class assign groups already?'

She takes my hand,
the one scratched by the white parrot.

There's no more plaster,
no more scratch.

She takes my other hand.

She frowns.

I show her the first hand.
'It's this one.'

'It healed?'

'Ya.'

Ming takes my hand.

'What's wrong with Clyde's hand?'

Nora swings her legs.
'A bird attacked him yesterday.'

Kumar slumps on my desk.
A smirk.

'Lol.'

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