Chances Are
Chapter
10
The next day I had plans with Jason after school. I dealt with
the way and all my classes, I kept thinking about the money I was
left though. I could practically do anything and I hadn’t
done a thing. I felt I should do something major with it, like
find some way to help the world. I kept thinking of things I
could do with it and made a mental list of what I wanted or could
do with it. It was: pay for college, pay for Ariel to go to
college, get a car, give some to family, give some to charity,
and start my own business. I loved charity work and helping those
who aren’t as lucky as I am. I even volunteer at old folks
homes and animal shelters on the weekends with my friends. I
wanted this money to matter.
After school I met up with Jason at his car. Usually when we work
on homework after school we go to a nearby ice cream shop with
booths big enough for all of our work. When we arrived we
got out our math homework first, so we could help each other. I
had to help him more than usual, like he was getting extra
distracted recently. Note to self: don’t leave Jason to
doing math homework alone for more than a few days. He looked too
distracted today.
“Okay, don’t be getting senioritis on me; you still
have a whole other semester of your senior year” “Do
you think I’ll get the scholarship?”
“What?” “Do you think I’ll get the
scholarship for West Point?” I sat there looking at him
worried for a second. “Yeah, why are you stressing over it
though? You have all the requirements you’re a shoe if you
did your essay well.”
I was worried about Jason; he seemed scared he wouldn’t get
the scholarships he applied for. His family wasn’t rich,
his dad walked off on him when he was young so it was him, his
mom and step dad. They got on pretty well but college tuition is
hard to pay. I really wanted Jason to not have to worry about
college money. I wish I could just give him the money but I
don’t want to hurt his pride by giving him a handout.
We finished most of our work and he bought me ice cream as
always. It’s a weird thing we do; even though I could pay
for my own he’d never let me. I think it’s his only
way of saying thanks. I love Jason for that, he always puts
others above himself and helped as best he could. He was actually
the one who got me interested in my charity work. He was a really
good person, and I’m going to miss him like crazy next
year. But he’ll be serving our country,
a true hero.
ello:) so it's kinda short. I'm
working on 11. If I don't post tomorrow don't hate me D:
I should be able to finish it by then so yeah. I'm in a good
mood :) hope you like it! (I'm only doing reminders now if
you commetn for one!) :)
