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Dads on the phone, yelling coming out of the other side. He touches his eyebrows and sighs.
I grab the handle of my backpack and put the right shoulder pad on my right shoulder.
"She's here," dad says walking to me. "Sorry for the distribution."
"You should be worrying about your mom, not me, and apology accepted."
I open the door up, wave goodbye to dad. I close the door behind me.
Next to the James house stood the car. Only one in the narrow road.
I open the car door and sit down on the seat, close the door.
"Tris." Mom voices booms into my ears as I put the seat belts things together.
"Those stupid exams," I say.
"Did you remember that, or did you not want to go but decided to because you were scared something might happen?"
Mom likes to say that she really remembers her childhood times better than dad.
"Yeah," I say. "Okay, good to know. Samuel and Lashauna are asleep, correct?" she says, starting the engine.
I look over to the map.
Thirty minutes.... I hate cars.
"Lashauna woke up, and I told dad I could take the bus, but he refused. 'It's too dark', even though the streetlamps are on."
"You know your dad, too paranoid for his own good," she says, putting her hands on the steering wheel.
"Yeah," I pull my legs to my seat.
I could be at school half of that number with the bus.
I don't know why mom got a car with all these road restrictions. Nostalgia hits hard I suppose, still doesn't excuse buying a car.
"Did you go over your math textbook last night?"
"No, I slept early, remember?" I say, "no I don't, because you didn't, you slept at eight and you came at what, five?"
"Yeah, but I had other homework, and plus they still gave us homework for math."
"Homeroom then?" she says.
"Homeroom? We already have enough work, like all those papers pre-preparing us for classes."
"Well, isn't it half an hour? You could still do your math," mom says.
"Yeah, I could if I hurry up with my work, which will get me a bad grade in homeroom, and you know how much they care for homeroom," I turn to her.
She stops the car, and a dozen kids walk on, some glaring at the disgusting vehicle.
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