Curvy Girls Can't Date Quarterbacks by Kelsie Stelting

Author:Kelsie Stelting [Stelting, Kelsie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kelsie Stelting Creative LLC
Published: 2020-07-30T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Eight

My car might as well have been a cloud for how high I felt from the night before. I carried that same happiness with me on my way to my tutoring session with Anna the next morning. After parking in my spot, I grabbed my box of chalk from the passenger side and walked to the drop off line. Even though the fall air was cool, it felt refreshing, full of possibilities.

When Anna’s mom pulled up to the drop-off line, I walked over to the van and peeked into the window she had rolled down.

“Hey, is it okay if we do some tutoring outside this morning?” I asked.

“Sure thing,” she said, nodding toward the backseat. “She had a little bit of a rough day yesterday.”

I frowned, glancing back to Anna where I could see her standing inside the van by the door. “What happened?”

“I don't want to talk about it,” Anna said.

Her mom mouthed to me, “Bullies.”

My heart sank for her as I reached over and opened the door. “Come on, sweetie. Let's head out.”

“Have a good day, honey,” Anna’s mom said to her in a gentle tone.

Anna gave her a quick wave and then hopped out to walk beside me.

I patted her back on the spot above her backpack. “I'm sorry you had a rough time yesterday.”

“It's fine,” she said too quickly. “I’m fine.”

“It's okay to be sad,” I told her.

She grabbed the box of chalk in my hand. “What’s this for?”

I smiled, recognizing the change in subject. “We are going to be drawing and writing outside. Do you know how to write bubble letters?”

She nodded proudly. “I could do that in Kindergarten.”

“Perfect.”

We walked to the playground where the basketball courts were, and I sat down on the cement. It was cool under my legs and I had to sit a little carefully in my skirt, but we made it work. “Do you want to start with green?” I asked her.

“That's my favorite color,” she said. “You remembered.”

“Of course I did.” I handed her a dark green piece and pulled out a light green one for myself. “So, what I'm going to do is write a word, and you are going to copy it. How does that sound?”

“Good,” she answered. “Can we start with alligator?”

“I’m guessing you read that book with your family?” I asked.

She nodded enthusiastically.

“We’ll start with alligator then!” I said a silent prayer that I could actually remember how to spell the word. I took my time writing the letters and even drew a little alligator pretending to eat the letters.

“You drew an alligator!” she said.

I nodded. “You know how I can tell it’s not a crocodile?”

She thought for a moment, then shook her head.

“Because crocodiles see you in a while, and alligators see you later.”

Her eyes narrowed as she smiled and said. “You’re silly.” I could practically hear her mom’s voice in her words. She pointed at one of the teeth. “Can I draw that too?”

“Of course,” I said, “after you write the word.”

She bit her tongue and got to work writing.

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