In the Image of Grace by Charlotte Ann Schlobohm Read Free Book Online

on.
    “Well, I’ll ask him about it tomorrow,” I said laying
back on my bed and looking at the ceiling.
    “You can’t just do that,” Clarissa almost
shouted.
    “Why?”
    “Cuz, you have to wait till he asks you out.”
    “Why? How do you know this stuff? You’ve only been in
school for three days.”
    Isabelle sat crossed legged shaking her head. She was
looking back and forth between Clarissa and I, while we sat there
doing a totally normal teenage thing, talking about boys.
    “I talk to people,” Clarissa announced raising her
nose in the air. “It’s called socializing. You two should try it,”
she sassed pointing to Isabelle and me.
    “Well, I have. I’ve somewhat socialized with Jeremy.
That should count.”
    “You have to talk to more than one person.”
    “No, that’s enough for me for now, I think.”
    Isabelle just shrugged. Ms. Dundefeltz called up and
told us to get washed for dinner.

Chapter Five
    The four of us left directly after to school to go
down to the university to visit Mr. Carl. We all sat on the EL
watching the city go by. We watched the tops of apartment
buildings, back porches, store fronts, side streets and brick
bungalows whiz by. I sat next to the window, Jeremy was to my left
and Isabelle and Clarissa were sitting side by side behind us. I
asked Jeremy earlier in the day if he wanted to come with and he
said okay. Clarissa said the only reason I invited him was because
I liked him. I was going to ask him if the only reason he helped us
was because he thought I was pretty, but I decided to let it pass
as Clarissa suggested. The train rattled along and kind of smelled
like what I imaged a garbage dump would smell like on a hot summer
day. There were quite a few other people on the train with us,
mainly other kids coming home from school. I was wondering what we
would say to Mr. Carl. How exactly should we approach him? Were we
to start right out with, “You’re a liar.” I’m sure he’d be
wondering why we were there or how we even found him. I was just
hoping he would even talk to us.
    “This is the stop,” Clarissa declared getting up and
walking to the train doors. We all got up and followed her, swaying
with the movement of the train.
    The doors opened with a swooshing sound and we
stepped out onto the train platform. We followed the crowd and
walked to the left down the platform. Side by side we got on an
escalator that took us to the ground. We walked through the
turnstile and out to the street corner. At the light we crossed and
walked towards the university. I kind of knew where to go because I
looked at the university map online. Mr. Carl was teaching at the
south campus, so we had to walk across the main campus and cross
the street where the south campus was located. As we walked across
campus I took in all the buildings and students milling around.
There were students sitting on cement benches that lined the main
walkway across campus. Others were darting off to class with their
books in hand or with their backpacks on their backs. One student
was riding his bike across campus. The buildings all looked old and
historical. I’m sure they had all been there over a hundred years.
They were all done in a yellow stone, I had the slightest idea
which one and the corners of the building had bigger stones on them
like added embellishments. They all had ornate carved doorways with
scrolls and the year the buildings were built. One of the buildings
said 1891. I was right about being over a hundred years old. An
older gentleman passed with a graying beard and a sport jacket. I
wondered if he was a professor and if he was what did he teach. Was
it the sciences or perhaps something in the arts?
    I then began to think if the four of us looked out of
place walking across a college campus. Did people think we were
there for a tour, or did they not even question it? I wore my brown
coat and this time I had on a hat. It was one I picked out when we
went to the store with our