The Final Season

Chapter 24

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Chapter Twenty-Four

The only great thing about homecoming and a pep rally is the fact that I get to miss out on eighth and ninth period, and in other words, I get to miss Davis's class(not that it will actually be missed). I guess they're alright and somewhat entertaining, but they really frustrate me too. For one, they're for the football team. Our football team isn't even that good anymore. Ever since the seniors left from two years ago, they haven't made it to sectionals, and yet they still get more recognition. It's because they're the football team, and we're just the other football team. The only person who even uses their foot with the ball is the kicker, why do they even call it football?

"Because this is America we're talking about,"

I tuned back into class to hear Davis talking about the Fugitive Slave Act. He wanted to at least leave us with something before we all were called down to the gymnasium.

"The North agreed to signing it because they had no intention of following it,"

"So they were basically screwing the South over?" someone asked and I jotted down everything Davis was saying for the definition. I try to hide the fact that I actually take note of what he says. To him, I hope it looks like I'm doodling because I don't want him to actually think I care what he's saying enough to listen.

"Andy, like I said, we're dealing with Americans here, when you tell us we can't do something, we're not going to care what the law says, we're going to want to do it even more. Screwing the South over is just a plus."

"Murica," Ryan shouted jokingly and everyone laughed, and Davis rolled his eyes and smiled.

The announcements came on and notified us that the seniors and juniors could start heading out to the gym. Since this was a class filled with just seniors, Davis was able to go too. He was at the end of the cluster of students headed to the gym, so I went to walk with him. I didn't have anyone from the team with me in his class, so walking with him was better than being squished by walking with everyone else. Besides, no more fighting between us. We can do this. We can walk through the halls without wanting to bash each other's heads against the lockers. We can do this. We can do this...

"I'm surprised you guys aren't doing something stupid for the pep rally," Davis said.

"Like dressing up in jail suits because our seniors thought it would be clever?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him and he laughed loudly.

"That was your freshmen year wasn't it?"

"Yes," I mumbled remembering the horrid day I had to come to the school in a black and white jumpsuit with a pair of shackles hanging off one leg. The seniors dressed as Police Officers and they thought it was funny. Oh they were right, the underclass men were a laughing stock when they called our

Varsity team to stand up, "it's not funny," I reminded Davis, "some people still call me a convict."

"They tried making me dress up as a correctional officer," he told me and I laughed picturing Davis as one. Thank god the seniors this year are much more reasonable and we did the normal thing like suggest that we all wear our jerseys. That way there would be no humiliation.

"We could have done something, but I don't think you'd appreciate us making t-shirts that say good at kicking balls on them," I told Davis and he narrowed his eyes at me as I laughed and smiled innocently.