Years ago tragedy struck the Calloway's causing the family to fall apart. Lucariah Augustine St. Francis Calloway was left in the ruins of it all with a mother who couldn't bother and a father who disappeared one night with his older brothers. For...
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Jericho played soft classical music as we made our way to school, clad in our uniforms.
Blair sat in the passenger seat, bobbing her head to the tunes. I stared out the window once again, dread coursing through me. I didn't want to go to school. I didn't want to go to my class, or run into Dakota.
A part of me didn't even want to see Quinnlyn. Knowing that Ian is searching for him and his sister. I couldn't put a target on their backs; but I wouldn't have the strength to stay away.
Too soon we pulled up to the massive building, kids of all ages milling about in their red overcoats.
"Dad said I had to walk you into school?" Jericho gazed at me through the rear-view mirror. My shoulders slumped as I nodded. I didn't want to go. My eyes stung, the knot in my stomach twisting unbearably tight. A feeling that translated into my fingers as I twisted them around each other.
Blair bit her lip, turning in her seat to watch me, "you'll be okay, Luca. If you need anything, tell your teacher that you need your older cousin. Just so you can have a familiar face. I know I needed one when I started here a few years back." She smiled brightly when I gave her a curt nod.
I wouldn't need her. But the offer was nice.
He pulled his car into an empty parking spot and clambered out. Blair and I following his lead. None of shared a word as we followed Jericho into the main office of the the building.
I found it rather odd that Blair only waved to the group of girls we saw last and continued on with the two of us. Gesturing wildly towards me and giving them all a cheeky smile.
My eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What are you up to?" I mumbled. She ignored me, skipping ahead to swing open the door.
"Hi," Jericho greeted the a different secretary then last time, "I'm Mr. Calloway, dropping of Lucariah Calloway."
The secretary frowned, "yes," she typed into the computer for a minute, "Mrs. Goldstein has been trying to reach you for a while now. She's been trying to set up a meeting."
He frowned, catching on quick that this woman thought I was his son. "Oh? Is that so?" He pulled out his phone, "I changed my phone this weekend, maybe you can change his contact information for me."
So he was playing along.
"Of course!" She replied merrily, "Mrs. Goldstein was stressed that she couldn't get a hold of you. She doesn't believe Luca is the best fit for her class."
Jericho's eyes narrowed, "what do you mean?"
The secretary chuckled, "I don't see why you would enroll him in special ed when he's at college level. You've got a prodigy on your hands."
Blair's eyes fell on me, shock on her features. While Jericho leaned further against the front desk, "Special ed? No, that's not right. Who put him there?"
