Matt Wood

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"Shit" I said to myself as I closed the door of the F-150. Now a choice had to be made somewhere. Jade Wilson, Tori Reagan, or Angela Tane. This is going to be harder than a rock.

At home I explained to my mother why I wasn't home till late Saturday night. She dismissed me.

Now this love square wasn't going to work. In bed with my 32" TV on a comedy channel that I usually watched, I tried making my decision, but no improvement was made during that night. None the following day of pacing, internet advise, and video games helped.

Monday had arrived off my suspension now I was at the bus stop. Sean was a no-show still after a quick decision over 3 days to California. Damn a lot has happened in 4 days.

Mr. Saga described and showed the emotional spectrum. It seemed red was associated mostly with love and anger. Which is an awkward coincidence as now couples are mad at each other every second.

Mark was alone, by himself which was unusual for him at least. It seemed as I have gone passed everyone I have shared a moment with this weekend in the hallway. First Mark by his locker alone, almost like waiting for something to unfold. Then Tamari (who found her way home after she cleared up) coming out of the restroom. Jade walking opposite from me with a face of disgust as I smiled at her. Then Angela that talked and walked with me till she went into her classroom. Then Tori as her and I walked into the same classroom squeezing in between the door arch.

Ms.Short handed out a Algebra test, it was Greek to me after 4 days not here. A quick 45 minutes passed and I wasn't finished with my test. I handed my test back to Ms. Short.

After 3 periods of kicking back and doing nothing I arrived at Mr. Cotton's door. I sat at my desk sighing. When I wasn't aware of Mr.Cotton he slammed both hands on the table and whispered "I'm going to make the rest of this year a living hell for you."

"Trust me sir it already is." I sighed.

Jade was sitting in the front of the classroom and looked back at me then looked back to the front. Cotton walked behind me and slapped the back of my head.

I rubbed the back of my head as it throbbed. Barely listening to Mr.Cotton babbled about something. Instead I watched Jade's hair move a bit in the light air.

As the bell rang Mr.Cotton stopped me at the door.

"Where's the other little shit, Matthew?" Mr.Cotton whispered.

"I don't know who you're talking about, sir." I said innocently.

"Sean he's the other little shit. Where the hell is he?!" Mr.Cotton yelled. In the hallway silence started.

"Sir pack your bags, but I have no idea where the hell he is." I patted his back.

Thank Sean for leaving, it good for me I'm not so sure about Sean. I walked up to my red and black stripped locker. And a foreign student he looked Asian and he tapped my back. I couldn't understand him but 3 numbers 1,6,7.

"Do you mean room 167?" I asked.

"Ye!" He exclaimed.

"Downstairs, down the hall, on the right." I also gave him a map.

I grabbed my books for my next class and left.

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