Walker brothers

1.3: the time we had lunch

I turn my gaze back at the teacher, she keeps rambling about the way other people live, and their 'weird' cultures. 

 We are living in a cruel world, and the cruel people aren't even noticing. Shaking my head at the professor's nonsense, I continue doodling on the piece of paper she gave us.

My focus goes back to her when she disrespects cultures, I heard a few gasps; especially from the foreigners. I put my hand up, and I wait for her to shut up to let me talk.

"Daisy," she says with a smug smile on her face.

"So, you are disrespecting cultures, and you think that's okay?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"They're all very strange, why would we care?" She shrugs, looking at the foreigners.

"You're being very strange, without cultures, we are nothing," I claim. "I don't think a teacher should spread this kind of negativity, a teacher must respect every person, no matter what their ethnicity, gender, or religion or their culture. Cultures make us who we are, and they are a part of everyone's life."

"What would you know? Cultures are ruining people?" She asks. "Do you know when many cultures are used, then it leads to everyone being different? we need people to think like we do, Daisy Anderson."

"Where did you take that information, may I ask?" I stand up and slam my hands on the desk, I can see that the boy next to me flinch.

"Media, it's on Media every single day, you might want to check it out, and maybe you can, because I'm sending you to the dean," she points to the door. Fat butt.

"Okay, so now you think that cultures are strange because they do different things? Use different items? Talk differently? Honey, without cultures, countries can't develop, but go on," I shrug, and walk up to the door. "And oh, cultures start with countries, if you get rid of it, the country will have no meaning anymore."

I slam the door as I make my way to the office, I am going to report that professor. What she said was unacceptable, and no one is forced to listen to her rude comments.

It's only because people like her that are ruining this world.

I knock on the door, and I wait until I hear the principal says 'come in'. Once I enter the office, the principal is busy looking at the screen of his computer. But then, he looks up from the screen and at me. A huge grin forms on his face as he points at the chair, I gladly sit on the chair and wait for him to start.

"It's weird seeing you here, I see you passing the office everyday, but you never look as the troublemaker, what brings you here?" He asks.

"Ms. Gee," I respond. "You know we have different nationalities that were raised in all the countries that have cultures. Ms. Gee has the audacity to disrespect cultures in front of everyone; she has no rights to disrespects us and call the cultures strange. I defended the cultures, and she just sent me to the office."

I add, "she probably knows that I am right."

"Did you raise your voice at her?"

"That doesn't really matter here," I shrug. "Raising my voice or not, a teacher is forced to tolerate everyone, she doesn't have to love them, because you can't force love upon anyone."

"Was that her opinion?" He raises a brow.

"You can express your opinion, however; if it can offend anyone, then might as well keep it to yourself," I explain. "Honestly, no one really asked her about her opinion on cultures, our topic isn't even about cultures, it's about freedom."

He nods, "I see where you're coming from, and since this class is your last; you can head home."

"Thank you," I smile, standing up. "Are you going to talk to ms. Gee? Because I really don't want to face her ever again."

"I will," he nods. "And if she doesn't apologize in front of the whole school, we will have to fire her."

***

I am walking home, since I was dismissed earlier. My phone rings, so I pick it up.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Daisy?" Adam's voice appears on the other side of the phone.

"Hey, Adam," I smile. "How are you?"

"I am good, how are you?"

"I'm fine," I sigh. "They made me go home early which is amazing."

"Only you?"

"Yeah," I nod as if he can see me.

"Do not tell me what happened, I can pick you up right now and we'll go eat lunch."

I roll my eyes, "I know you called me just to ask me if I want to eat lunch with you."

"That's my job, send me the location."

"I'm right in front of taco bell," I say. "We can eat taco bell, if you want."

"Ugh, no, I do not like taco bell, taco bell next to the park, right?"

"Yeah," I nod.

"Five minutes and I'll be there."

***

I catch Adam's black Bugatti pulling over, and he opens the window with a smug look on his face. "Got in trouble, eh?"

I smile, "you know me."

I climb in the passenger seat and buckle up, I look at Adam who is staring at me. "I'm waiting for you to tell me what happened."

I tell him exactly what happened, and even Adam is passed about it.

***

We decide to go to the same diner we went to when we first met, and we sit at the same table as the day we met which is insanely weird.

Twenty minutes pass, as we wait for our orders, Adam is telling me about his life. "My mom passed away when I was five, so I was raised by Xavier and my dad."

"How old is Xavier?" I ask.

"He's twenty three," he replies. "And I'm twenty."

"When is your birthday?" I ask.

"February first," he smirks. "What about you?"

"June 23rd, and I'm nineteen," I reply. "I'm obviously a university student, and I'm majoring in communications."

"That's fun," he nods. "I dropped out of college, I don't have time for it."

"Why?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"I don't know, I think life is too short to just study for the rest of your life," he shrugs. "You know... we spent over twelve years plus the kindergarten studying, and to add college? Especially to the people who already have money and businesses they can rely on in the future."

"That's not a reason to give up university," I chuckle. "That's a reason to give up life, because it doesn't matter if you study or not, you'll always end up learning something."

"How so?" He smirks, placing his hand on mine.

My lips part as I stare at his hand on top of mine, cant help but feel the butterflies in my stomach. I look up into his eyes, and smile. "You learn more about life, like when you start paying taxes, school doesn't teach you to pay taxes, so you end up learning it yourself. Or when you become a father, school doesn't teach you how to be a father, but when you have kids; you will automatically learn how to be a father."

"Wise," he lifts his hand off of mine, and suddenly, I am thirsty for his touch. "That's some things I never thought of before."

"I know," I smirk.