"Hi,
what's up?" Noor chirped.
"Nothing
really," I said with a sigh. "If you were part Canadian and part
American, what would you do if you had to support only one team?"
There was a
pause on the line and I wondered if she hung up.
"In
Canada, I'll support the Canadian team and vice versa. However, deep down, I'm
also rooting for the other team as well," she said finally.
"Yes, I
see ... " I replied.
However, that
would mean that only one team will know that I'm supporting them and the other
team wouldn't know. It still didn't feel right to just ignore the other team.
"Well
Noor, thank you for the idea but I don’t know ... Well, see you later, then
..."
We hung up,
and I stared at the phone blankly. Noor was no help at all. Suppose I did what she said.
So the Canadian team scored a home run. Yaaay! Now the American team also scored one.
Booooo! However, I can't boo on them. It's not right. Perhaps I could just sit
quietly during the whole game, doing nothing and saying nothing. however, if I did that, it would seem as if I
don't care about the game. I didn't dare tell or ask my parents. They would
laugh at me and call me a failure. I was in the middle of deciding wether to tell them or not when my mom walked in with a smirk on her face. No way was I going to tell her my problem and make that face even more smirky.
"How was
school today?" my mother asked.
"Uhh ...
Fine!" I smiled hard, spinning my chair.
My mom gave
me a quizzical look, but she shrugged and walked away. But actually I'm not fine and school is not okay. I
guess for now, I'll just practice both with pride, happiness and perfection.
Suddenly, the phone started ringing. I waited for my parents to pick it up so I could continue practising,
but the phone just kept on ringing and ringing. I dragged my feet over groggily
and picked up the phone.
"Hello? Who's calling?" I said, trying to sound annoyed.
"Hey, what's up?"
Before she said her name, I knew it was Noor. Oops.
"It's me, Noor. I was just wondering if ... "
Still more to come!!!
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