Three Brood Instigators

31. Understanding People

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" 'WE CARE ABOUT THE CHILDREN, WE WANT TO SHAPE THEIR FUTURE, REGARDLESS OF THEIR ORIGINS' QUOTE EDUCATION SECRETARY OF MAINE ALLISON BYRON SPARKS MORE SUPPORT FOR EDUCATION PLANS IN MAINE"

Clayne after eating ice cream for breakfast saw Vanessa and Ritter taking boxes to the bob-truck.

"Well, there you go, one of Febby's guys who is late," Vanessa mentioned. "Hey, Clayne."

"Sup?" Clayne asked.

"Come with me," Vanessa said.

"Come where?" Clayne said with that tone.

"No, this is not a date," Vanessa thought.

"What the? I was only in the act man!" Clayne reacted unprofessionally

"Ok, alright, alright, my bad," Vanessa realized he was still considered a kid. "Come with me and Ritter, we want to uhh... take what's ours, if you get what I mean."

"Ooh, I'm in, what is it?" Clayne asked, accepting her wink.

"I'll tell you on the way," Vanessa said.

"Hop in, man," Ritter said, sitting on the truck.

Clayne climbed the truck. "Man, you sure you can drive. You are too short to be 16," Clayne said, amusing Vanessa.

"Fuck... you... kid," Ritter said

"Well Clayne, your immigrant friend was a helpful dude, he helped quite a lot with the last gig, now I guess it is your turn," Vanessa said. "Driver, take us to our designated location."

"Easy for you to say," Ritter said, shifting the gears.

After Social Studies class, Wilkes saw Izzy directly in the stairs, staring front. Wilkes followed the light, and bumped himself to James.

"Oh, oh, I, I am so sorry," Wilkes regretted bumping to him.

"Urgh! Wilkes, be careful man!" James scolded. "Stay away from me, please! I beg you!"

James then left; Wilkes was hurted twice, by James, and the sudden disappearance of Izzy, and the sudden appearance of Solomon walking like a cursed troll downstairs. "What ya looking at?" Solomon questioned and left the school.

Looking at Solomon, and remembering what Coach Rockwell said before, Wilkes decided to take a notion.

Fhadey met with Clifford in the bathroom toilet rooms. "Man, I can't believe Kevin and his pals threw a comic at my friend," Clifford surprised.

"Yeah, yeah, forget those bozos, you got it?" Fhadey asked.

"Man, do you always ask so roughly?!" Clifford asked. Fhadey stared at bim roughly, closely, and seriously. "Or, or, it, I mean, sorry, I, I, I spilled a tea."

"Yeah you freaking better, show me the stuff," Fhadey requested.

"Ok, yeesh," he said, taking his literature homework out of the bag. "There, five pages done."

"Different stories?" Fhadey reassured,

"Yes, of course, different stories, teacher won't know, man, where's my lunch money?"

"Alright, take it slow you nerd," Fhadey said, taking out $20. Fhadey swayed the money away before giving it to Clifford. "Listen to me, lab boy, when I need you, you be by my side and not the others, and when I don't, stay the hell away from me and Farra's business, and stay out of trouble even if the Jocks or Kevin forced your hand; if you don't, I'll find you, and dunk you in the toilet there, got it?!"