Page 83 - The Life of A Teenage Girl (Stories About Finding Your Way)

BETWEEN THE LANES

totally not sitting at or around his desk; it already looked… messy and
crazy, since he was sitting near the dirtiest, most revolting part of the

room.

After some time, he finally came over with his notebook and pen.
“I guess we’re doing the project at your desk?” he said, sitting

slowly on the chair beside me.
“Yeah,” I smiled.

I flipped open the Physics textbook and said, “Since the project’s
focused on gravity and mass, I’m pretty sure chapter five, page thirty-

nine, explains the physics side of it best.”

“Right, that’s good. But we still need more than just the physics.
We need the meaning—like proof, perspective… something that

actually helps us grasp it better,” he said, eyes scanning the page.
I frowned. “Wait, isn’t all of that already in this chapter? I thought it

all kind of tied into the same idea of physics?”
“Not exactly. Just because two things fall under the same subject

doesn’t mean they carry the same meaning,” he replied calmly.

I tilted my head, confused. “Huh?”
He reached over, grabbed both of our water bottles, and held them

up. “Look at these.”

I blinked. “Okay…?”
“Your bottle’s plastic. It’s meant for multiple types of liquids—

juice, water, even oil. My bottle’s metal—it’s built to hold hot drinks
or water and insulate it. Yours can be recycled; mine, not really. See

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