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Chase
Well if Monday morning was any indicator of the week to come – count me out.
Breakfast was good, as usual – mom, was sweet as usual – and my brother was a dick-as usual. Between the toast and OJ Hal, the asshole, is discussing politics with my dad (wtf!?) and feels the need to liken me to the idiot congressmen, whom they are discussing. The describe him, and I quote both “stupid” and a “danger to society”. Nice. Then he brings up my latest math test. Really nice. My performance wasn’t exactly stellar to say the least. After having my father relinquishes his disappointed glare (which seemed like an eternity), I excused myself. My brother, what a butt-faced prick – but I don’t like to use profanity when describing people, so I find myself unable to depict him as accurately as I could. However, I would never let anyone know he annoys me. Not even my best friend, Austin and definitely not him.
“Chase”, Mrs. Crane called.
“Ammhmm, Mrs. Crane can I ask that rephrase the question please”, I request – not looking startled at all. English Literature - first thing. Nothing like a good dose of Shakespeare to start the week of right.
Mrs. Crane (I think she gets me) replies, “Certainly. What was Brutus’ motive that he proclaimed to the crowd?”.
“Brutus states, at Julius’ funeral, ‘it is not the fact that I didn’t love Julius Caesar, but the fact that I loved Rome more’”, I reply.
Mrs. Crane indicates that my response was correct (duh), but not before giving me THE look. This is the look that encompasses confusion. The confusion that accompanies the question, you clearly haven’t been paying attention, yet you know the answer – how can this be?
I remember thinking about that look during Crav Maga over the weekend. Or was it Jujitsu? What eve. I think that was right before I delivered the final blow. The one that ended the match. After that I put myself through a Spartacus workout – then I thought about it no more. That is until now.
I look over, across the room at Kennedy, the poster child – my brother’s ‘best comrade’ as he would say, to see if he has any looks to offer as well, but this Ivy Leaguer has his nose in the text – probably looking for something to add to my perfect answer. I wait. He’s got nothing.
The bell rings – Mrs. Crane repeats the homework, dismisses the class but it can’t end there, can it? It almost seems too good to be true – then I hear it. “Chase, can I see you for a minute? Mrs. Crane calls out and too good to be true it is. As I stiff my back pack, I know what I am in for – another, ‘if you would only apply yourself – blah, blah, blah. I was wrong – she doesn’t get me at all.
In the hall on the way to Math I high-five my homie, Austin and tell him that I will catch him at lunch.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Right This Way
General FictionSwitching schools mid-freshmen year is unnerving enough, but Cayden adjusts rather quickly as she makes some interesting friends and assimilates them into her somewhat dysfunctional life.
