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       It Takes Six Days
   DIR By: StoryGod
       Date: January 4, 2020, 7:42 pm
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       Marion sat down from putting a geometry proof on the white
       board. Today it made no difference if the geometry teacher, Mr.
       DiFrancis, made her put her cell phone in a magnetic sleeve for
       the duration of the class. Her cell phone was useless for
       reaching two parents imprisoned in a new, strict sober home for
       offenses they did not commit. "Never has walking the straight
       and narrow met with such a slap in the face," thought Marion for
       the hundredth time.
       Zia who sat next to her, grinned widely. "Nice job Marion,"
       offered Mr. DiFrancis. Mornings were English, geometry, and
       finally either gym or art. That meant swimming. Marion still
       couldn't dive, but she could do geometry. If she could trade one
       for the other, she wouldn't. Most of this class was ninth
       graders, and some of them, were super motivated. They came from
       New England, New York City, places known for good, academically
       tough schools. Geometry class made Marion feel, small, young,
       and outclassed despite moments of triumph at the white board.
       Marion felt bad she would not see most of her geometry
       classmates until right after lunch in biology class where the
       atmosphere was grim. There were several kids who wanted to be
       doctors, though how you could know that at fourteen was beyond
       her. Marion sometimes wondered if those kids were certain about
       their future because they had two parents safe and sound. When
       your life is chaos, the future doesn't exist.
       "My plate is too full to have a distant future. I want to
       graduate from high school and go to college and get good grades
       and do well, but.... I don't even know what I want to study in
       college. Ask me tomorrow. Better yet, ask me in six days. It
       takes three days for a snail mail letter to reach Florida. It
       takes three days for a letter to come from Florida to
       Westchester County. That makes six days, nearly a week. How am I
       going to wait that long."
       "What do you think of Earla's answer?" Mr. DiFrancis brought
       Marion out of herself. She glanced at the answer on the board.
       It was correct more or less though Earla  had an odd way of not
       writing out the words for the problem as if the math solved
       itself in her head without having to start out as words. Marion
       decided it was not her time to answer.
       Zia went to the board next. Like Marion, Zia solved everything
       with words first and she had beautiful printing, super legible.
       Marion imagined her roommate practicing her penmenship and
       singing as she did when she ironed a skirt for church. Some
       things about Zia were just totally beautiful.
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