Words From My Heart

Chapter 4

"Arigatō," I said, grabbing bags from the grocer's outstretched hand. "No problem, son." I smiled a smile that all my friends call, cute (my strange, strange friends). When I headed towards the door, I saw something had caught Rin's eyes on the movie displaying TVs. Oh brother, one of those cop shows. I watched it myself for second. Then, one of the cops shot the bad guy with a gun. So pulled Rin away.

When we got home, Rin sprinted towards the family room, and turned on the TV. I put the groceries down and followed. "Rin…you better not be trying to find that dumb cop show," Then, I heard a happy, go-lucky kid, kind of tune. "Aww….." Rin said. Her favorite (kid's show) about a cat named, Milky, and her dog-friend, Biscuit, going on adventures and stuff, was over.

She sucked air into her cheeks, gave me a stern look, and let it out as I kneeled down beside her. "Gomen, Rin. Too bad the store's two blocks away. Plus, we have to walk there." She nodded, and got up to go to our room.

I was thinking about lazing around tonight too, but I had to one: make dinner, and two: I have a big science exam tomorrow, so I've got to study. Yes, obviously, we go to school, like most kids. We go to Ichi-ban (Number one) High. We're both fourteen, so we have ninth grade torture.

The teachers there suggested Rin go off to a school called 's school for mind disabled children, over in New York. I'd never get to see her again, if we did that though. I'd told them I was trying to teach Rin, which I was, just at a slow pace. It's not that easy to teach a fourteen year old girl, who can punch harder than you can, how to read, write, and speak.

About half an hour later, dinner was ready. It was just rice and curry (spicy meat sauce), but it's still good. "Rin!" I called. She came in running, she almost tripped but I caught her just when her face was about to hit the ground. She already had a bloody nose though.

I sighed. "Tisu, Onii-san." She was about to wipe her nose with her hand but I caught it and handed her the tissue box. She took one out, wiped her nose, and went to the bathroom to throw it away. I put her plate in her spot, and went off to go find a list of words she needs to work on. When I found it stuffed in the trash (by Rin obviously).

I walked back to the table and sat down with the list and my plate. "Waws?"(Words) She sadly said eyeing the paper in my hands. I bet you think its weird how I can understand everything she says, right? Well, I'm top of my class in every subject other than math.

You'll never believe this but Rin's actually second highest in math (stupid Ritsu Namine taking the first spot). No, she doesn't get easier work, she gets the exact same. In my eyes, but probably no one else's, she's a smart, beautiful, but miserable girl. She talks like a three year old, not by choice but by force. And she's always being called retarted (which I think is totally retarded).

"Okay, Rin. You ready?" She sadly nodded. "Okay say…uhh…. Neko (cat)" "Ne-ne-neka-neka…" She was struggling, I could tell. I grabbed her hand and told her, "Ne-ko." "Ne-ko," "Good Job Rin! Good Job!" She rolled her eyes and said, "Good Rin," then smiled.