Stories from students at Jakarta International School
by Marjolein Olthof
"Okay, so that will be $20 bucks," Lindsay said, checking on her calculator.
"What! You only did my math homework! Plus that was only half a page!"
Robby yelled at Lindsay confused.
"Well you know this is a business. If I don't get money, then there's no point of
doing peoples homework."
"But I don't have $20 bucks," Robby whined begging her to change the price.
"All right, just give me the money you got." Lindsey put out her hand, at the same
time chuffing a cigarette in her mouth.
"Fine, here's your money. Happy now?" Robby was very mad. He just lost all his
money, and he didn't even have lunch money left for the next day in school, not
even one coin. "That brat took all my money!" Robby thought to himself. "I could
have just gotten an F, and kept my 5 bucks."
Lindsay was a smart, 16 year old girl. She had her own business going for guys,
making homework. Lindsey was not only smart but also very pretty. She had
blond hair and blue eyes, which all the guys became attracted too. Plus she flirted
with every guy, especially Tom. Tom was a very tall guy in 7th grade. He always
wore black and was very quiet. No one really talked to him, and he had the
craziest family. His parents were divorced, and his mother came home every night
at three in the morning, drunk, a cigarette in her mouth plus with a different boy
friend. Everybody thought it was weird that Tom didn't live in Africa with his
father, because his dad had a lot of money. His father was rich and lived in a
mansion. So if Lindsay wanted to get to know Tom better she would have to work
First Lindsay made her own articles.
"Come to Lindsay for help! Homework is done for you, only for 5 bucks!" She
yelled every Thursday giving people her new article. When she came to Tom, she
stopped. Lindsay looked at him and then started giggling at him. Tom always had
trouble with his locker, and he always got frustrated.
"Need some help?" she asked Tom, still smiling.
"Uhhhh . . ." he said uncertainly, a little confused.
"I mean your locker, " Lindsay replied looking straight in his eyes, and with out
letting Tom reply she pushed her self between him and the locker. She hit the lock
and it flapped open.
"Thanks . . ." Tom said blushing. It was obvious Lindsay was flirting with him,
but he just didn't know what to do. He was never able to go along with girls very
Tom was also very smart so he never came to Lindsay. That's what Lindsay hated
the most! She thought flirting would help because it helps with every guy, except
"So . . . maybe you want to get together some time. You know just you and me?"
Lindsay asked biting her under lip. It was surprising that even Lindsay was a little
shy asking a guy this. She always knew how to handle guys, and how to go along
"Well that's okay, you know. I have to do homework and so . . . well I might not
have enough time." Tom said this in a very casual voice looking at his binder. On
the inside though, his heart was pounding! Tom was so good at keeping his
feelings to himself. He didn't tell anybody about himself, and that's why he didn't
have any friends.
"Oh that's okay, maybe we can get together another time. I understand if you
have homework," Lindsay said at the same time thinking, "Should I ask if he
wants me to do his homework? No, I'll just let him . . ."
Lindsay was shocked out of her memory when she heard the bell next to where
she was standing blasting right in her ear.
"Ouch!" she yelled putting her hand against her head. "Well, I better get going to
classes," Lindsay chuckled pointing to the dark silent hall that went to the girls
P.E. locker room. "I have P.E. and . . ."
Tom didn't let her finish, when he heard the second bell he turned around and
walked into the science lab.
"Well . . . bye . . ." Lindsay mumbled to herself, disappointed she walked her way
to the locker rooms. "Why couldn't the flirting help with Tom!" she thought.
"And now I have to do P.E."
The next morning she woke up with a loud nock on the door. "Honey! Are you
awake?" Lindsay's mom slowly opened the door and her eyes peeked through the
crack. "Oh, you're awake! There's a Tom outside and he needs to talk to you
urgently, he says."
Lindsay jumped out of bed. "It's Tom! It's Tom!" she thought to herself. She was
so happy she almost tripped over her chair. Lindsay's mom was so surprised she
asked, "Honey, is something wrong? You seem in such a hurry."
"No, Mom, I'm okay," Lindsay replied. Lindsay ran down the stairs so fast, it
seemed as if she was flying like an angel.
"Would Tom have changed his mind about getting together?" Lindsay thought.
She was so excited she didn't even think about her look. She was in her pajama's,
her hair was a mess, and her eyes were still half open.
"Oh sorry, did I wake you?" By the way Lindsay looked she seemed pretty
"No, no. I was just reading in my bed. Do you need anything?" Lindsay wanted
to get straight to the point. She wanted to be ready to hear the magic words flying
out of his mouth.
"Well, actually . . ."
"He's going to ask you, Lindsay, be ready," she was thinking. She was so excited
she was squeezing her fists.
"Actually, I need some help." The happy exciting smiled vanished from Lindsay's
face. She looked like some sort of fish.
"Oh . . . with what?" Lindsay tried to sound normal but she was so disappointed.
"I need to bring my dad to the airport and so I don't have time to finish my
homework. I was wondering if you could do my science and math. I was
planning to do it this morning, but since I don't have time I . . ."
Lindsay interrupted Tom. Sometimes she was so rude, especially if she was
"Okay, that will be 10 bucks." Linsday wanted to get straight to the money, she
hated Tom now. Chewing on her nails, she glared at Tom for the money. "Money
first, then I do the work." She put out her hand waiting till he gave her the money.
"Excuse me? What's your problem?" Tom replied.
"I'm waiting for the money, then you can leave." She held out her hand, and when
she received 10 dollars in her hand she yelled at Tom, "Go! I hate looking at your
stupid, dumb, clueless face. You're so slow!"
When Tom heard that, his under jaw was shaking, his eyes started watering and a
tear strolled down his cheek. He looked like a puppy waiting to be hugged and
kissed. Tom's innocent eyes made Lindsay feel even more sorry.
"I'm sorry I burst out like that but . . ." Lindsay stopped. "No! Don't tell him
know how you feel! Don't! Stop your self!" Lindsay thought, she had to stop it.
She couldn't let her feelings out at him! So she started again.
"But . . . I just didn't have a good night sleep and I've been having problems with
my mom lately. We've been having some arguments lately."
It was true Lindsay was mad at her mom, but that wasn't why she bursted out.
She had to make up a lie, because it would sound stupid if she told him the truth.
"Well I'm here if you need me. You know if you want to talk about your mom . . .
I'm always free." Tom said this in a calm tone, and at the same time he gave her a
"Yes! Yes! He gave me a hug!" Lindsay thought. This hug lightened up Lindsay,
it made her feel so warm. It gave her a home feeling.
"Okay, well I better get started on that homework!" She smiled at Tom and her
eyes sparkled when she saw a cigarette box in the corner of her eyes. Tom just
saw that, so he took the box and threw it in the garbage.
"Hey, those cigarettes cost me a quarter of how much I get paid! She yelled at
Tom stamping her feet.
"Well otherwise you get lung cancer! Whenever I see you I already see you with a
cigarette in your mouth!" He imitated Lindsay shaking his neck like a snake.
Lindsay shrugged and gave Tom an annoying glare.
"Bye," Tom said after he heard a car drive by. Lindsay looked up and saw a
skinny woman sitting in the drivers seat. She had brown curly hair, and wore a
very tight shirt. She wasn't that old, around Lindsay's age.
"Was that his mom?" Lindsay's thought to herself. When Lindsay waved goodbye
she saw the woman in the drivers seat kiss Tom on his cheek, and hug him. It
could be his mom. Lindsay stared at the math sheet Tom gave her. It was algebra
and Lindsay hated it, but it was for Tom so she would try her best.
"Done!" Lindsay yelled out.
"With what honey?" her mom asked from the kitchen.
"Oh, nothing, Mom! I finished my math that I forgot to do yesterday.
"Okay sweetie! Your breakfast is ready!" her mother yelled back. Her mother
was not allowed to know about Lindsay's business, because if she did her mom
wouldn't allow it.
"I'm not hungry! Anyways I'm later for school!" Lindsay yelled back to the
kitchen. She stuffed the two papers in her binder so no one could find them, and
when she got to school she would sneakily give them to Tom.
Lindsay ran up the stairs in her room and locked the door. After she heard the
click of the lock she quickly undressed, and then dressed in her skirt and spaghetti
straps. She put lip gloss on to make her lips shine and a thin layer of eye shadow.
Then she slipped on her shoes, grabbed her bag, and opened her door. There was
her mom, with 10 dollars.
"Do you have something to tell me?" her mother asked holding up the 10 dollars.
"Oh, I just got that from . . ." Her mind couldn't think, she was begging herself to
think of an excuse. Those 10 dollars must have slipped out of her hands, or she
left it in the living room where she did Tom's homework.
"Tom, I lend him 10 bucks yesterday and he isn't going to be here today, so he
paid me back before school." Lindsay gave her mom an innocent smile, she
actually believed her. There was just one uncertain tone in her eyes that made
Lindsay think, "She is this close to not believing me though."
"Alright . . ." Lindsay's mother kept staring at Lindsay.
"Okay, Mom, I'm late for school." Lindsay hated when her mom stared at her like
that, so she tried to cut it by pushing by her mother.
"Not so fast young lady." Lindsay's mother grabbed Lindsay by the shirt.
Lindsay froze and stared at her mom. "You're coming home right after school, I
need to talk to you." Lindsay's mother gave her daughter a stern look, and
Lindsay was glad she didn't get in too much trouble.
Lindsay walked up the stairs of Farrington High School when the bell rang. She
was just in time, but now she still had to go to her locker to get her books. Then
also find Tom, because he had math first.
"Tom! Tom!" Lindsay yelled. Tom was just around the corner with the same girl
who was in the car, but Tom didn't hear Lindsay. Lindsay froze. Tom was
holding hands with that ugly girl and slowly their lips touched.
"NO! NO! This can't be!" Lindsay was praying that it was just a dream, but it
wasn't. Her hands were shaking, and a tear came from her cheek. Finally she
liked a guy, and he had no feelings for her, but this other girl. She couldn't take it,
so she ran in the girl's bathroom and slammed the door closed. Lindsay looked in
the mirror, and she saw how ugly she was. She was so ugly she was even scared
to look in the mirror. Her eyes were red, and there were black smudges from her
mascara. She noticed how fat, and selfish she was.
When finally Lindsay stopped crying, she heard two girl voices in the bathroom.
"You know Lindsay?" one asked.
"Yeah, I hate her. She's so selfish!" the other said.
"Did you hear about her so called business?"
"Yeah I did, and how stupid can that be. Only for guys."
"I saw her flirting with that dork yesterday. You know the 7th grader?"
"Yeah! I know! But isn't he going out with an 8th grader?"
"Yeah, she must not know. The thing that really bothers me is that in 6th grade we
were best friends. She totally left me, when she started her business. Sometimes I
still cry about that."
Lindsay could tell that that was Nancy. Her voice was shaking, and then Lindsay
noticed she was actually crying.
"I'm sorry, I know I'm a selfish person."
"Lindsay?" Nancy asked, while she flushed the toilet. Lindsay didn't want to see
Nancy, not now, so she ran outside the bathroom. Lindsay was bursting out
crying; she didn't care if people saw her. She ran outside and on the road. She
was so depressed, and she finally noticed everyone hated her. She wasn't popular
anymore, she was a mean, ugly, selfish person. She would rather die.
Lindsay jumped up when she heard a motor, really loud. She turned around and
there was a speeding school bus right in front of her. Lindsay could hear the
brakes, but the bus went too fast. She was too shocked to move, her brain was
empty, she couldn't think. Right then she fell on the ground, and the bus crossed
her. She was hit, it hurt, she couldn't breath, and she felt and tasted blood
everywhere. The bus rode over her legs, and she was screaming from pain. The
next thing she knew was that she stopped breathing, her heart stopped beating, and
she was dead.