The bell rings for us to leave and I walk out of the class, I crash into a boy running. He keeps going while I crash on my basketball ball.
"He didn't he yell out a sorry I should chase him down and make him say it."
Dam helps me up as I rub my butty basketball of friend.
"You don't wanna talk to him. That Victor Tate, captain of the boys basketball team and ex criminal. He's the one the blow up the science labs with toxic color smoke bombs, one by one freshman year."
"We only have three labs!"
"We did have five. The other two couldn't be cleaned so they torn then down and closed them up. Just last year is when they combined them in to a bigger art room and made the old one a bigger music room."
I gave Victor one last look, I couldn't see his face and decided to walks away. Dam led us down to the art room. We have 2D art together and we were working on a project for the senior art competition. The bell rung and I went to get our supplies. Dam reached over me when his five feet eleven inches frame while I stood at five feet.
"I hate how you so tall. Quit reaching over me you Jackhole."
I suck my tongue at him which he did the same making us booth laugh.
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Foster Kids
Short Story"Being born was just a reason enough to not love us." Toni Ann and Victor Tate is really different from each other, very different, like on a whole different social class from each other but on a class field trip, they realize they have one thing in...
