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fry_sandhu"I don't want to work with him." Bradley complains to Mrs Pink.
"You all have to learn to work together." Mrs Pink says, unusually firmly, having decided that it isn't entirely fair for Kasha to have Fry-helping duty the entire time. "By the end of the year everyone will have worked with everyone at least once."
Bradley sulkily wheels his chair over to where Fry is already preparing the equipment needed to construct their poster of an animal.
"Mrs P says I have to work with you." he says. "So try not to be weird."
Fry ignores this. "We should do penguins."
"Llamas are better." Bradley says.
"Rock paper scissors then." Fry says. Clearly Bradley will pick rock. Everyone picks rock, because kids think a rock is the strongest, and because of that perpetuating incorrect myth that rock squashes paper, which it doesn't. So Fry plays paper.
Bradley plays scissors, because he watched last time Fry did rock paper scissors with someone, and Fry will usually do the same thing each time. Fry looks vaguely disappointed, but accepts his loss. Rock paper scissors is, as far as he knows, a legally binding contract.
"Llama isn't in this book." he says, looking in the index.
"It's got double l at the front." Bradley says.
Fry blinks in surprise, then finds it under 'll'.
"You're good at spelling." he comments.
"I'm best at spelling." Bradley says. "In my old school I got twenty out of twenty every week all last year."
"Wow." Fry looks genuinely impressed. "Did you get a certificate?"
Bradley snorts. "No. At the end of the year my teacher was meant to write on my report what was the best thing I did, and she wrote 'Bradley can now go to the toilet on his own'." He glances at Fry. "You're lucky. When people look at you they think of your brains. When they look at me they think of my wheels."
"I don't think of you on wheels." Fry says, starting to draw a llama. "I think of you as someone who says nasty things to me that sound nice."
"Whatever." Bradley scowls. "You stare at my wheelchair all the time. That's why I told you to push off on the first day."
"I wasn't looking at your wheels."
"Yeah you were."
"I was looking at the stickers and your sparkly thing." Fry says. "It spins."
Bradley pauses in the middle of his title.
"Oh."
He reaches down and pulls the sparkly thing off his wheel, and holds it up to his forehead, watching Fry's eyes follow it. "If you can't look in my eyes, at least look at me." he hands Fry the sparkly thing. "You can keep it."
"Thanks." Fry accepts the sparkly thing and spins it happily on the table.
"This doesn't mean we're friends. You're still a very annoying freak."
"You're still a git."
"You all have to learn to work together." Mrs Pink says, unusually firmly, having decided that it isn't entirely fair for Kasha to have Fry-helping duty the entire time. "By the end of the year everyone will have worked with everyone at least once."
Bradley sulkily wheels his chair over to where Fry is already preparing the equipment needed to construct their poster of an animal.
"Mrs P says I have to work with you." he says. "So try not to be weird."
Fry ignores this. "We should do penguins."
"Llamas are better." Bradley says.
"Rock paper scissors then." Fry says. Clearly Bradley will pick rock. Everyone picks rock, because kids think a rock is the strongest, and because of that perpetuating incorrect myth that rock squashes paper, which it doesn't. So Fry plays paper.
Bradley plays scissors, because he watched last time Fry did rock paper scissors with someone, and Fry will usually do the same thing each time. Fry looks vaguely disappointed, but accepts his loss. Rock paper scissors is, as far as he knows, a legally binding contract.
"Llama isn't in this book." he says, looking in the index.
"It's got double l at the front." Bradley says.
Fry blinks in surprise, then finds it under 'll'.
"You're good at spelling." he comments.
"I'm best at spelling." Bradley says. "In my old school I got twenty out of twenty every week all last year."
"Wow." Fry looks genuinely impressed. "Did you get a certificate?"
Bradley snorts. "No. At the end of the year my teacher was meant to write on my report what was the best thing I did, and she wrote 'Bradley can now go to the toilet on his own'." He glances at Fry. "You're lucky. When people look at you they think of your brains. When they look at me they think of my wheels."
"I don't think of you on wheels." Fry says, starting to draw a llama. "I think of you as someone who says nasty things to me that sound nice."
"Whatever." Bradley scowls. "You stare at my wheelchair all the time. That's why I told you to push off on the first day."
"I wasn't looking at your wheels."
"Yeah you were."
"I was looking at the stickers and your sparkly thing." Fry says. "It spins."
Bradley pauses in the middle of his title.
"Oh."
He reaches down and pulls the sparkly thing off his wheel, and holds it up to his forehead, watching Fry's eyes follow it. "If you can't look in my eyes, at least look at me." he hands Fry the sparkly thing. "You can keep it."
"Thanks." Fry accepts the sparkly thing and spins it happily on the table.
"This doesn't mean we're friends. You're still a very annoying freak."
"You're still a git."
