Earlier this week, I woke up at dawn on a beach, because Finny thought it was a good idea to sneak away from the school and go to the beach. It was almost seven o'clock and Finny wanted to go for a short swim. "And before I could say anything, he was trotting down the beach."(pg.42) There was no stopping him from doing what he wanted right now. Running on short time, and no money, we got back to Devon just in time for me to make it to my test. I flunked without a doubt, the first test I ever flunked. For most kids this wouldn't be problem, but for me it was like the world stopped for a moment and was like a black cloud raining over me. Finny didn't seem to care as we almost immediately played another game of blitzball. Immediately after that there was a meeting of the Super Suicide Society of the Summer Session. When we got back, me and Finny had an argument. He Had said, and I quote, "You work too hard, you know all about History and English and French and everything else. What good will Trigonometry do for you? (pg. 43) Why can't he just understand that school is something that matters to me, like sports matter to him. I wish he would just understand.
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