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That way he can be close to the teacher who is writing on the blackboard on the school wall. He feels the sun’s intense heat on his head, and also feels the warmth from the other children he sits with, shoulder to shoulder. Gone is the cool feeling he had when he scrubbed down at the well earlier this morning with his brothers. Bhola’s teacher is showing the students math problems which Bhola will have to solve on his slate later. He wants to make sure he understands how to do them for he has no worksheets or books to refer to. The school does not have any math or other textbooks.
Reader 1:
Brian grabs a few of his books, slams his locker shut, and heads out the door with a crowd of students. Inside his bus it is noisy as children shout and tease each other. Brian sighs because the bus is almost full and he will have to share a seat, probably with one of the little kids. He wishes his older sister could have picked him up today. Sometimes she does when she drives the car to her high school. The bus stops at Brian’s driveway, and he gets out.
Reader 2:
Min-Wha is a twelve-year-old girl who lives in the huge city of Seoul in South Korea. The long school day is over, and she is on her way home to get her violin for her lesson. She gets onto the subway.
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