24.1 Tuesday

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I looked at Principal Willis my eyebrows slightly creasing at what he had just said.

"The school email account, sir?"

The man who was probably nearing his fifties nodded at me his bald spot glinting under the bright lights his glass office let in.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek hoping it wasn't what I thought it was.

"Yes, Edward. The ones given to you in your freshmen year," he replied as he tapped on his iPad. "I got reports saying their was a lot of activity on your account. It must be my secretary. You're the president of this school, Edward, and your student email is the only way we can contact you."

A lot of activity?

What activity? I couldn't even remember my bloody password even if I tried!

"You better get on it son," he added as he set his device aside. Principal Willis wore glasses to big for his face, something that oddly hid the glints in his eyes, but I had fucking eyes like an eagle's and the mischief I saw in them sent me shivers.

"Right." I replied trying not to sound ominous. "Can I go now?"

He flicked his hand and I ran out his office and straight to the computer rooms.

"Donny, dude. You gotta help me."

Donny had his back to me, he was heavily engrossed in a game he was playing on his laptop. I had to kick the wheels of his chair to get his attention because screaming at him four times wasn't going to cut it.

"Dude, what the hell?" He turned around and saw my face to which he shook his head to. "What is it EJ?"

"I need you to recover my student email's password."

"Isn't it our birthdays?" Donny was my third cousin. He was on a whole spectrum different from me. I was half German while he was a full on Filipino with his dark skin and chocolate eyes.

"Yes, but remember they made us change it in one of those stupid computer classes," I answered him. I leaned on the table his arm was resting on. He looked up at me and rolled his eyes. "That was four years ago, I don't remember that shit."

"Typical you, hey?"

"Oh, shut up and just help me!"

"Fine."

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