Читать книгу The Retreat - By Sam Marie and Daniel B - Страница 8

That tall boy seems to have figured out what times I come take a shower at night. I used to shower late, when nobody was left around.; he seems to have had the same habit. I knew it was him because I had climbed onto the fence again, to take a look. That first time I saw him, he was coming out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, and his hair all a mess. So I went to the fence last night and whispered to him, just saying hi, I asked his name and said I had noticed he showered at the same time I usually did. He said his name was Alex, and we talked for a moment. He has parents, but they brought him here to go to school. He used to go home for the Holidays, but in the summer his parents go on a cruise and he stays here. They told him it was for his own best interest; that his education should come first. He was 17 like me, and his family was from Riverside originally. I was so excited to find out he spoke English, and understood so many things other people out here had no idea of. Like malls, Kit-Kats, and ice-cream at Thrifty’s after school. Those little hings we took for granted years ago, and now sorely miss. Even TV shows, we have no TV allowed here either, the only time we can watch is Sunday evenings, and the nuns pick the channel. That means we watched the variety show, where people try out their singing and talent. I didn’t miss TV that much, but it used to be nice to watch the Dukes of Hazard, or the Love Boat on a nice quiet evening with my mom.