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Nana {2}

"So," Mark said casually, "What do you have for first period?"

Jack looked at his schedule, "Band first period, math, Spanish, reading, language, science, then P.E," Jack said without realizing that Mark had only asked for one. "What about you?"

"Band, science, math, reading, science, Spanish, and P.E," He replied. "It looks like we'll have some classes together,"

"Wait," Jack said. "You're in band too? What do you play?"

"I play the trumpet," Mark said, "What do you play?"

Jack replied, "The drums. I'm actually in a band with some of my friends."

"That is really cool!" Mark said, a little to enthusiastically. "I've always wanted to be in a band."

[*****]

"Alright class," Mrs.Issacson, the band teacher, said. "Today, we will be learning to play - Who's phone is that?"

Everyone looked directly at Mark. He checked his phone, it was his mother. He knew something was up. She rarely called him at school. "May I?" He asked.

"Yes," She said, "But, McLoughlin, go with him."

"Yes ma'am," He said, following Mark out the door.

Jack shut the door and stood awkwardly in front of it, while Mark was leaning against the classroom window.

"Hey mom," Mark said.

"Oh, Mark," She said. Her voice cracked when she said his name.

"Mom? Are you crying?"

"Honey, it's Nana. She's...She's...i-i-in the h-h-h-hospital."

His eyes started to tear up. "Nana? Why?" Mark was starting to fear the worst.

"S-s-she t-tripped o-over Ginger a-a-and hit her h-h-head on the...the table."

"What hospital?" Mark said as calmly as he could.

"St. J-J-Josephine's," she said weekly.

"I'm on my way,"

People in the class had started to notice that Mark was crying. Some were pointing. But he didn't care. He ran over to Jack and hugged him. Mark immediately started sobbing.

"Shh... It's going to be okay, Mark. It's going to be okay." Jack said, trying to comfort him.

Mark released Jack from the hug, holding both his hands. "Jack," He said quietly. "Come with me. To the hospital,"

"I don't know, Mark. I've never met your parents-"

"Please," Mark interrupted. He had convinced Jack with one look.

"All right. But let me get my stuff. I'll get yours too. Stay here."

"Okay," Mark said quietly.

Mrs.Issacson had noticed Mark. When Jack walked through the door she asked him, "Is Fischbach all right?"

"No," Jack said. "If you don't mind, I'll be getting his, and my stuff. We are leaving for the day."

As Jack gathered his and Mark's things, people tried to talk to him. He never answered anyone. He finally got everything. On his way out, he stopped at the front of the class, "He'll talk when he's ready." And left. 

"Thanks," Mark said weekly.

"Don't worry about it," Jack responded. 

That was the first time they had ever cut school. The duo walked out of school, hand and hand, got into Mark's punch buggy, and drove to the hospital.

// CLIFF-HANGER, I KNOW. IM SORRY. BUT IT WOULD BE TOO MUCH TO TYPE NOW

YOU'LL HAVE TO WAIT TILL TOMORROW

IDK WHY IM TYPING IN ALL CAPS

OK SO,

I WILL SEE ALL YOU DUDES IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.

BYE-BYE!!//