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Chapter 7 The bond
“Have you ever thought about your dream?”
Tina opens her one eye, my arms cross between her legs, the cutest scene I’ve ever seen. We are on the school roof, leaning on the brick wall and enjoying the sunlight.
This is where Tina used to spend her lunchtime, it’s really a good place, quiet and warm, despite the fact that she’s hiding for the mob, she actually enjoys being in this place.
“What kind of dream?”
“You know, future job or something you want to work on.”
“Hmm…movie producer I assume.”
“Really? Not an artist?”
“Am I not now?”
I’m taken aback from her word, god, how can she always make me speechless? But fair enough.
“So why movie producer? Any particular reason?”
“To escape, maybe.”
“You can describe it more abstractly, great artist.” I say sarcastically. Wait, is she mocking my IQ?
Tina smiles at my confusion, I feel like she hardly gets angry, so patient and calm.
“A movie can make people escape from the reality, it’s sad but it’s true, I want to help those kids who’ve been abandoned, bullied or abused, although the world cannot offer them a nice childhood, they still allow to enjoy even tiny a good part of life.”
I remain silent, for a girl who born in the silver spoon, this is not what I will think about. The dream seems so small, I mean, I am the one who is going to be a successful journalist and win the Pulitzer Prize, but Tina…the poor girl with ugly clothes, her dream is not only about herself but to give hope to children.
“That’s…um…that’s really nice of you.” I say, she smiles at me, makes me blush.
A thought hits me, I finally remember something.
“Hey, you want to read my work?” I say, Tina’s eyes suddenly lit up.
I grab out a paper from my bag and hand it to her. “I like to write, here.”
Tina excitedly takes it. “Wow, is this…?”
“One of the poem I wrote, this time I tried to write in freestyle, so…yeah, check it out, but I only wrote the first paragraph, still working on it, take a look.”