Prologue
I knew these girls. They were the girls I liked in High School. Not always the smartest, but definitely the smartassiest.
Chapter One
They were way too smart for school. Nonetheless, school they were in. And they weren’t doing very well. Especially in Chemistry. It wasn’t that they couldn’t learn Chemistry, it was that they didn’t care about Chemistry. What did chemicals have to do with anything? I mean, yea, you have ‘chemistry’ with someone, like your boyfriends. And yea, you don’t want to blow yourself or stuff up by accident so you should know how to not do that. But organic and inorganic chemistry as a whole class, a whole YEAR? That was pure torture.
Chapter Two
To save money parents had the option of having a group tutoring session. So now these two girls were at the bookstore sitting with the same tutor. They didn’t know each other, they just knew OF each other. They weren’t in the same clique and didn’t do the same school activities. The girl in blue, Amy, was a jock. The girl in gray, Abby, was in Band. Amy had a reputation for being really funny. Abby had a reputation for being really funny too.
Chapter Three
The tutor was a nice lady who wore a pink wool top and gray skirt. Amy thought the skirt was too short for someone so old. Abby thought the pink top made her look like she was from the 60s, like the President who got killed’s wife, whatever her name was. The tutor had been a full time teacher but had to quit when her mother got sick and needed care. Now she tutored 3 days a week and made almost as much money as she did teaching with nowhere near the hassle.
Chapter Four
The tutor was explaining chemically how gas is formed. This was an unfortunate topic for Abby, who at that very moment was having severe gas pains in her bowels. She was waiting to excuse herself until the tutor finished when it happened. Abby tooted. It wasn’t really loud or really long, but it was loud enough. The tutors eyes went wide. Amy put her hand over her mouth and tried to suppress a laugh. It didn’t work. Amy laughed loud, louder than the toot. Abby blushed, then looked at the tutor and said, “Sorry, may I go to the bathroom please?” The tutor scowled, rolled her eyes and said, “Yes, please do.”
Chapter Five
Amy immediately asked if she could go too and the tutor said yes. When they both got in the bathroom they started laughing hysterically. Abby said, “I don’t know what she was so upset about, that’s chemistry in action, right?” Amy caught her breath and said, “Exactly, that’s the chemistry they should teach in school, everyone would pay attention then!”
Chapter Six
The tutoring session ended a few minutes later with both girls barely able to keep it together. They stayed behind after the tutor left. They did homework, looked at magazines and talked about a million different things for another 2 hours before they both had to go home for dinner.
Epilogue
That day was the day they both met their best friend. Now, 25 years later, they live a mile from each other. They talk every day. Ironically enough, Amy actually did become a Chemical Engineer and Abby became a Science Writer. They have helped each other through college, graduate school, marriages, divorces, babies, moves, jobs, firings, illnesses and everything else. They love to tell the story of how they met.
The End
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Drawing and Story by Marty Coleman ©2014
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