Bella wants to eat her damn lunch. Sigh.
...Come to think of it, he's done something publicly interesting recently too, hasn't he?
[I haven't told anyone, so unless you have, it might just not have filtered down yet,] Bella says. [It's not like Theo or Hilary have kids in high school.]
[Guess not. Huh. Well, I'll be enjoying that while it lasts.] He so does not envy Bella her position at the centre of everyone's attention.
She's done eating. She decides to leave very early for Bio, where only Angela will be able to follow.
Classes are both duller (because she pentagoned all of them, because she wants both good grades and spare time) and more interesting (because her brain is now her notebook, and she can space out and think about whatever she likes), now.
Bio starts, Bio ends, gym class time. Bella wonders if anyone has noticed that she isn't tripping, yet.
Predictably, Alice is talking to Ms. Finch. He waves at Bella when she enters the gym.
"Well," Bella says. "I still don't have an actual diagnosis - but what I think happened is that I had something knocked loose in one of my ears, and that caused my balance issues. And now they're just... Even on crutches I wasn't falling over. I haven't had a near miss on tumbling down the stairs or slipped walking on ice since the accident. I think getting hit by a car managed to knock my ear how it's supposed to be. And I want to fold into regular gym class."
"You ar a very lucky person," says Ms. Finch. "And, luckily, we're starting something new tomorrow. Do what you want today, and tomorrow you can approach badminton with a hopefully ordinary amount of ignorance."
...Alice giggles.
"Nope," says Alice, and Ms. Finch cracks a smile.
[You liable to tell Ms. Finch about your dad?] Bella reads him, too, because why not.
[Maybe,] says Alice. [If it comes up.] He has, if possible, mixed apathy about the idea. On the one hand, he doesn't really care to keep it from her, and on the other hand, he doesn't really care to let her know.
[What would be the downside to telling her?]
"If somebody around here was gonna have a scorpion pit, it would definitely be you," says Alice.
[Downside to her knowing? Not really any. Downside to telling her? I have to, like, talk about it. She might decide to hug me.] He glances at her as though to assess the risk of hugs. [Okay, probably not,] he concedes, [but it could happen.]
[Second one? And probably not right now anyway, because class is starting.] Indeed, Ms. Finch is turning to greet the influx of students.
[Right. After.] Bella fetches her mat. She'll sit through one more day of stretching and bodyweight exercises and yoga, out of everyone's way, and then she gets to play.
Alice sticks around for class, but departs afterward without stopping for a chat. Hilary is coming to pick him up and take him grocery shopping, and he expects her to be prompt.
Bella hangs back. She waits till the place is clear of non-Ms.-Finches. When this is the case, she says, "Ms. Finch?"
"Hi," says Ms. Finch. "Again."