My Adventures with Bruce by Hattersley Joanne;

Author:Hattersley, Joanne;
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
Published: 2021-06-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Bruce Helps Me with

My Homework

After the weekend, it was time again to think about going back to school. How did the weekend go so quick? It only seemed like a few minutes since Friday, and already Bruce and I had ticked off two things on our list. But it was a school day. It was Monday and nothing I said, did or thought was going to change that. So off to school I went.

Bruce knew that I would be gone all day and that he needed to make himself scarce. I told him to leave me a note under my pillow to let me know where he would be and that I would be home by four o’clock. My day at school seemed to go so slow. When the bell finally rang, I could not get out of there quick enough. Mum was waiting for me outside on the school steps and I almost collided with her.

“Hey, what’s the rush?” She laughed.

I couldn’t really say that I wanted to get home to the kangaroo in my bedroom, so I just said, “I missed you and I have homework.” Coupled with me laughing, that seemed to be believable.

Mum drove me home and I decided to go straight to the bedroom to do homework. My theory was, once it was done, it was done. Then I could spend time with Bruce. Anyway, when the homework project is on Australian wildlife and you have a kangaroo as a best mate, I was home and dry. No one was going to beat me. I had this all sewn up.

As I got to my room, I closed my door quietly. I lifted my pillow to see if he had left me the note as I suggested. Nope, nothing there.

“Typical,” I mumbled to myself.

“I heard that.” Laughed Bruce.

“Where are you?” I whispered. “Bruce, where are you?” I was laughing but as quietly as I could so that I didn’t give anything away to Mum, who was downstairs, preparing dinner for Dad and me.

He crept out of my closet, where he had been hiding behind all my clothes. Clothes that were once tidy were now in a heap on the floor. I looked at Bruce and asked him, ever so politely, if he was going to hang them up again.

“Do I look like your housemaid?” he said, grinning. He added that he would pass them to me but that he hated hanging things up.

We put the clothes away first. I may still be a kid but I was bright enough to know that if I didn’t, Mum would get suspicious. Mum would also say I wasn’t keeping my room tidy and that would come with a whole host of problems itself. After tidying up, I encouraged Bruce to sit down while I explained I had to do homework. At first, he did not understand that he could help me or even how he could help me. He also didn’t understand why he should help. I talked to Bruce about the concept of helping.

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