Second period was biology. BORING. Today was a Tuesday, so we had a lab. SLIGHTLY LESS BORING. I began to open up my computer and get to the lab worksheet when someone sat down next to me.
"Hey," he said. It was Max.
"What's up?" I asked, kind of as a formality.
"My grades," Max replied. "I did really well on that history test, and I'm not failing anymore!"
"That's great!" I meant it, even if he was trying to keep away from the subject.
"So, uh..." Max seemed even more uncomfortable than I was. "Where were you yesterday?"
"I was really sick," I told him. "Puking in the toilet and everything."
"Oh," Max said. "That sucks."
"Yeah." I looked back at my computer, mindlessly playing some game on this weird website called imsobored.com. Max looked down toward his feet. It seemed as if a thousand angry questions were on the tip of his tongue, each internally fighting to be said.
"So, about what happened Saturday--" Max started, but was promptly cut off by Ms. Owens.
"Today's lab is going to be fun!"
I rolled my eyes. Yeah, I thought. This is gonna be so fun.
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RastgeleMiddle school can be tough. Really tough. Can Alex balance school with his social life, all while the one thing he truly cares about spirals out of his control? Highest rank #97 in contemporary! Cover by @SueCupid Thank you!
