were sitting in her office. It was shortly after nine oâclock, and she had just told him about the plan involving himself, the Strikers and the bowling alley. She was quietly delighted with his reaction.
âMrs. Helmsley and I agree that itâs a good idea. We think it will give you a chance to ⦠â
âSay it again. You want me to what?â Rooster leaned forward in his chair so he could hear her better. Her â office was small, tidy and full of books on counseling, addiction and coping with troubled teens. Adorning the walls were pictures of her and Bernie skiing on a gloriously snowy mountain in Whistler, B.C., sharing a laugh and a kiss at a beach resort in Maui, and posing with their golden retriever, Nana, named after the lovable dog in Peter Pan.
Mrs. Nixon cleared her throat and told him again what they wanted him to do.
âAre you serious?â
She nodded. âAbsolutely.â
âAnd you think Iâm actually going to do this?â
âWe think you actually want to graduate, and we know your mother wants you to do this because we know she wants you to graduate.â
âYou talked to my mother?â
âI did. About fifteen minutes ago.â
âWhat did you tell her?â
âI told her everything. The whole story.â
âWhich is what?â
âWhich is that you had better get your act together in a hurry or else youâll be back in here again next year or out on your own without a grade twelve diploma. Thatâs the truth, Rooster. Thatâs the way it is for you right now.â
Rooster shook his head. âAnd this is your version of helping me out? Supervising a bunch of clowns at a bowling alley?â
âNo one said they were clowns.â
âWhatever. This is your bright idea?â
âAs a matter of fact, it is, yes. This is my bright idea. Mrs. Helmsley had input. She chose you for it, actually. I was thinking of someone else entirely.â
âWho?â
âWell, I had thought that someone like Ainsley Miller would have been good for it, or Mackenzie Ashcroff.â âAinsley Miller or Mackenzie Ashcroff?â
âUh-huh.â
âTheyâre, like, the smartest kids in the whole school.â
âThatâs right.â
âHow did you ever go from them to me?â
âI didnât. Mrs. Helmsley thought of it. She turned my idea from being a learning opportunity for our finest students to a final opportunity for you. After thinking about it, I see her point. This is your last chance, Rooster. Weâre doing you a favor.â
Rooster stared at her for a moment. In spite of all their quarrels in the past, he had never actually disliked Mrs. Nixon. But at this moment, he disliked her very very much.
âWell, Iâm not doing it.â He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. âIâm not going to take a bunch of people I donât even know down to the bowling alley and sit there and watch them bowl. I donât even like bowling. Itâs a stupid sport and Iâm lousy at it. So forget it. Iâm not gonna do it, and thereâs nothing in the world thatâs gonna make me change my mind.â
Mrs. Nixon held her ground. âYes, you are doing it, Rooster.â
âNo way.â
âYouâre going to meet them today after school.â
âUh-uh.â
âYou have only yourself to blame for being in this situation. Defiance is not going to help you here.â
âOh no?â
âNo, itâs not.â
âWhat is then?â
âI beg your pardon?â
âWhat is going to help me?â
âWell â¦â Mrs. Nixon had to think for a moment. The reason she had added counseling to her portfolio as a teacher was so she could get to know her students better and do more for them. The courses she had taken gave her fresh insights into a young personâs world and new perspectives on communication and