7 Time to Talk

Seven time to talk THE CROWD OF HAPPY PLAYERS headed off the field. That's when Roxy noticed that Harris wasn't celebrating with the rest of the team. "Are you really so jealous of Zeke that you can't even be happy for him?" she asked, walking over to Harris. "I'm surprised at you, Harris. I really am."

Harris looked away. He didn't know what to say. I obviously can't tell Roxy the truth, he thought. I promised to keep Zeke's secret, even if it costs me his friendship. And I can't celebrate Zeke's cheating and make it seem like I think it's okay for him to use his powers.

He remained silent. Roxy rolled her eyes, and stormed off with saying anything else. Harris met up with his parents in the bleachers. "What a great win for the Chargers!" his mom said excitedly. "You played so well! And we're so happy for Zeke. He's fitting in and everyone on the team seems to really like him."

"He did good, yeah," Harris said, as they all walked to his parents' car. "You don't seem all that happy about the game," his dad said. "No, I'm happy," Harris said. "I'm glad our team won the game and I'm glad Zeke did okay." "Honey, are you sure you're okay?" his mom asked. "I'm fine, Mom," Harris said.

I can't talk to anyone about what's really bothering me, he thought. Anyone, that is, except Zeke! After dinner that evening, Harris decided to try to talk to Zeke. He went next door to his house. "Hello, Harris," said Zeke's father, Xad, answering the door. "It is nice to see you," said Zeke's mother, Quar. "We are very glad that you have taught Zeke all about bases and balls."

"Yes, he likes this game very much," added Xad. Harris smiled and nodded, then walked over to his friend. He found Zeke, fingertips on the sides of his head, mind-projecting his homework onto a big screen that hovered above a desk.