Chapter 11

After class, Gene and I walked home together. He looked down, as if there was something bothering him.

"Sorry, Beatrice. I get so nervous when I talk to people I'm not close to. I hope you don't lose friends because of me," he said with a guilty expression.

"Don't worry about it. If they really want to be your friend too, they'll make an effort to talk to you."

"Yeah. You're right."

"Why don't you give them your chat ID? It's a lot easier for you to talk through typing, right?"

"I guess I could...Only if they ask for it."

Suddenly, I had an idea. I'm going to help Gene get more friends!

Fire burned in my eyes.

"Beatrice, are you ok?" Gene had a worried look on.

"Yeah. I'm just highly motivated right now." I gave a thumbs-up.

"You're always so energetic. I wish I had your energy."

I laughed. "I'm sure you have stored energy within you, Gene. You just need some kind of trigger to get it out!"

"Yeah. Maybe."