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JJ sat tapping his pencil against his desk bored out of his mind.
The trio was back at school and JJ already hated it.
He wished he had some weed right about now to make this class period at least semi-bearable.
Pope seemed to be gliding through the history test easily while the only thing JJ had written on his test was his name.
"—Mr. Sunn, can I borrow Pope for a minute" a man's voice says.
JJ looks up at the man as he looks to Mr. Sunn.
He was dressed in all formal attire and seemed to be very exclusive.
"—We're in the middle of a test" Mr. Sunn whispers back.
"I'm from the Vanderhorst Foundation" the man states.
JJ catches Pope's look towards him as he looks up from his test and at the man.
"Mr. Heyward, it's for you" Mr. Sunn says towards Pope.
The dark haired boy quickly gets up from his desk and follows the man outside to talk.
Pope walked back in a few minutes later quickly as he sat back at his desk.
"Okay what was that?" Kiara asks in a whisper.
Pope holds up a letter with a gold wax stamp.
"—Is that the wheat symbol?" Kiara questions.
"—Yeah" Pope replies.
"What the f...fu...fu... fudge?" JJ sputters.
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"—Is this a game of tag?" JJ asks as him and Kiara chase after a frantic Pope.
They follow Pope into the library.
"Am I going to have to beat you with your protractor? What's going on?" JJ questions annoyedly.
The librarian shushes him angrily for his loud talking as they two teens continue to follow their friend.
"Seriously, Pope, you are driving me insane" Kiara whispers sharply.
They finally crowd around some computers as Pope begins to explain.
"Okay, so that guy was from the scholarship committee. Take a look at this" Pope states holding out the letter.
JJ snatches it out of the dark haired boys hands as he gazes over the letter.
He didn't even know what the letter was saying.
He couldn't read cursive.
Well he could make out some words but for the most part the letter just looked like fancy scribbles.
"I can't read cursive" the blond haired boy says.
Kiara takes it from him and looks it over.
" 'Dear Mr.Heyward, I am reaching out because I have material evidence that can exonerate John B. Routledge.
YOU ARE READING
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