JUST THE SOURCES
Marisol returns, checks out her stuff and glances at me suspiciously.
“Don’t worry, Amiga,” I say, nodding at some freshman in the room. “That guy was eyeing your bag, but I guarded it like a dragon.” She loosens up and laughs a little before asking me about my research topic.
“I kinda like your idea.” I slide my phone in my pocket. Not like I’m ‘fess up to copying her sources.
“You should pick something you care about, Dominic. Aren’t you into sports?” Is that irritation in her voice?
“Yeah, but I wouldn’t know where to start.” I give her my sad puppy look, which seems to work.
“What else are you interested in?” Marisol is almost smiling.
“Food?” I say the word like it’s a question.
“You could research sports nutrition. Focus on muscle recovery.”
That’s actually not a bad idea. I open a web browser and start searching. Ms. Sabin expects us to prove that our sources are valid, so I scroll past all the ads and find a site by some sports medicine institute and start reading. Why is this font so small? And what the heck is gylocen? Or is it glycogen? And microtears? Are those like tiny eye drops?
“What about the
no-crying-in-sports rule?” I mutter to myself.
I’m about to give up when Ms. Sabin comes in with her class.
