Jerry

Splitting off from Brian and Michelle I slothed my way to home ec. I managed to reach the door and noticed Bobbi was in the class as well, not that he was hard to miss as he waved emphatically as soon as he saw me. He shooed a girl out of the seat next to him and waved me over.

Since she took the only other open seat I had **** but to sit with Bobbi at a table large enough for two people. "Hi, sweetie!"

Before I could stop him Bobbi hugged me, "Uh, Hi. What's with the tables?" I asked when he finally let me go.

"It's so we can work on projects together. Looks like you're my partner!" He beamed with excitement.

"Okay girls let's get started." An elderly looking man entered the room with a very swishing way of walking. I guess it figures, no straight guy would take home ec. "Oh, I see we have a new student." He checked a chart, "Jerry Doe?"

"Yes, sir."

"I'm Mr.Franze, I'm your teacher. Duh. Do you have a partner yet?"

"Me!" Bobbi waved and pulled me into a half hug.

"Oh, you're in luck. Bobbi is an excellent student." I bet. "Now, we're going to get started on our first project. Okay, take out your sewing kits."

"I...don't have a sewing kit." I could hear some of the boys laugh and even some of the girls. Why would they expect me to have a sewing kit? I tried to hide my embarrassment but I never really liked being laughed at, especially by an entire classroom full of people.

"You were supposed to get one at the head office. It's okay, you can borrow mine until you do," Bobbi whispered and opened a tackle box filled with different colored strings and various tools and fabrics.

"Thanks." Bobbi was very helpful when Mr.Franze would use terms I didn't know. Coming in a month late was apparently a bad idea. Thanks again, mom.