"Right now you may think being expelled is a good plan, but what about your future?"
Well, I'm a genius. And on top of that, I'm a rich genius. The only reason I even go to school is for the Fosters. They just think I'm too much of a burden to keep at home, especially since they're always so busy working.
I wanted to tell her about my own story. About my family. Just like she did. But after hearing her story with her parents, I figured mine didn't even compare. I'm not an open book. I stayed silent.
Besides, I wasn't in the mood anymore to share. Especially knowing that my long-desired plan was crumbling before me. I really did see potential in her, but she wanted to focus on school. I guess I can't blame her. She was the wrong person, after all.
"We should head back to class" I said, disappointingly. I hastily retreated from the shadows of the alley and back into the building. I didn't want her to see how demoralized I really was.
It was lunch now. I had missed Music class and English. Missing English was pretty upsetting, but missing Music didn't sadden me a bit. Apparently everyone did awful on those group projects.
"Ayo bro, aren't you in that music class?! With Ms. Smith?!?" said Charlie out of nowhere.
"Uhhh yeah, but I kind of ditched today" I replied.
"HA! Niiiice" he remarked. "Lucky you, I heard she gave all those projects the worst grades in all of music class history!"
Great. Just what I needed at that moment. JUST GREAT. Things are so great!
"Worse. It was supposedly like, the most unfair grading in the history of the school" said Tori, hopping into the conversation. "Ms. Smith had like, no mercy and everyone failed. Nobody got higher than a 65."
Then another thought hit me.
Oh no, even Kee?...
I saw her at the corner of my eye, walking by. I don't think she heard the bad news, but I knew she'd be devestated to hear it.
I didn't want her to overhear, but Charlie and Tori would not cease conversing on the topic, and they did so rather loudly, too.
"Ayo, let's just go to in and talk about it at the lunch table" I said.
"Sounds good" said Tori
"Yeah! Food" Charlie remarked with profound ecstasy.
I successfully led them out of the halls from Kee's range of hearing into the cafeteria. I looked back. Kee had not heard a word. But she looked upset and confused. And then, I caught a glimpse of Caleb. He first stared at Kee walking in, then glared at me, and I can't explain how. But it had an ominous vibe to it. I wanted to approach Kee and do something, but then...
"Dude, hurry up! Louis is almost at the table and he's about to take the spot!" Charlie said.
"That's my spot! Everyone kmows I sit there."
If ever there ever exists a rulebook for the universe, I'd have to imagine that Rule #1 would say to never mess with Charlie Baskins' spot. Whether it's in class, in the bus, in the cafeteria, even in recess. Rule #2: Charlie Baskins is insane.
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