My teachers were afraid of what I’d do to them. I wasn’t me. One night at my house, all my friends were there. Francesca was there. She was always...so pretty, but she didn’t like me that way. “Chris,” Francesca said. “We’re worried about you.” I sat down and gazed at her. “How come?” “Chris,” Francesca said. “You’re just not yourself lately. I know you’ve been through a lot and I know that’s probably the cause of the change, but you need help, Chris.” I glanced at Benny and Jake. They nodded. . and now for the funny part. Dad and I went back to the garage dressed in our Sunday-go-to_meeting clothes. As we were standing there waiting for the grease job to finish, the powered grease gun popped off the grease nipple and waved around in the air ... spewing grease in many directions ... one of which was onto Dad’s suit! We spent another day in the motel while the local dry cleaners tried to get rid of the grease stain - didn’t work and Mum eventually threw out the suit.Back on the road. Calista had a puzzled expression on her face as she tried to fathom their meaning. Suddenly, Barocca and Jeanne launched themselves at Calista like a football tackle. All three girls went down in a heap of bodies on the floor. Because of her larger size and strength, Calista fought like a wildcat. Calista briefly threw Barocca off of her chest with her arms, while Jeanne tried to subdue her legs. Barocca landed a few feet from the fray, and tried to survey her options. "Hurry up,. When the teacher was called everyone’s name I found out his name, I conveniently moved next to him and started talking to him. He said he doesn’t know English that much, I said don’t worry I speak Gujarati. I asked him where he lived he said just nearby to school. I lived not too far from him so I told him how about we come to school together. He agreed as he didn’t have any friends.Next day I went to his place, his parents had gone to work already. He answered the door in shorts and a tank. He.