The File

The File ~ Chap. 4

Tell me which is better, this or Chasing for Answers. My friend and I are really curious.

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Cole

Tate wasn't in school for four days. She supposedly had time off to collect herself after the funeral, and had all of her work taken to her by her mom.

But now she was back-on a Friday, weirdly enough-and did actually look better. Instead of looking tired or upset, she looked stronger and more alive. And even though I had never spoken to her, it was nice to have her back.

Once again, everyone who saw her came up and gave her their sympathies. They had already done that the day the news had come out. And why would they keep reminding her of what happened when she had been out of the school basically to forget? It seemed, of all things, a little cruel.

Thankfully, Mr. Collins wanted us all to focus on our studies, and ordered the class to calm down. As soon as everyone was seated and silent, the subject was no longer spoken of.

"Alright, class," he began. "Today we're moving on to the next chapter...."

The period consisted of learning that chapter, and it was definitely boring, there was no way to deny that. Once the bell rang, you could feel the atmosphere lighten-and see the kids awaken.

We all walked out of the classroom, and I met up with my friend, Alan Wellington. I had known him for my whole life, and we were in all of the same classes ever year.

"What's up, man?" I asked as we clasped hands and patted each other on the back.

"Nothing but that boring class," he said. "Talk about eardrum shriveling."

I rolled my eyes. Alan was always trying to be a comedian, but he never had any good jokes. None. He basically sucked. And he knew it, too. But he kept trying, no matter how much it caused my eardrums to shrivel.

"You really need to get a joke book-or something." It was what I always told him.

"Let's just get to English before all of the good seats are taken. Mr. Casablanca still hasn't learned to say it and not spray it yet."

I rolled my eyes for the second-out of an assumed million-time. "Mr. Casablanca" was the name of our teacher, Mr. Cane. He had an obsession of the movie Casablanca. There were posters of it all over the classroom. No one ever asked him about it though. You just didn't do that.

That class, along with the rest of them, was just as boring as History. After school let out, Alan and I said our good-byes and walked to our separate cars. I was lucky enough to own my own, and not have to borrow from my parents, whereas that was what Alan had to do.

My sweet ride was a red, '98 Hyundai Coupe. It wasn't the fanciest of cars, but it was better than Alan's parents' station wagon.

As I pulled out of the parking lot, I honked at a group of girls standing on the sidewalk. They looked over, and I nodded to them, feeling a little suave. A few of them waved back, smiling. I didn't have any idea at who half of them were, but I had to admit I still had my charm.

I relished the fact the entire drive home, and was even contemplating calling one of them that I recognized when I pulled into my driveway. When I entered my house, I decided against it. As boring as school may be, I had two projects and an essay to work on. I didn't have enough time to worry about girls-no matter how much I may have wanted to.

Up in my room, I dropped my backpack in the corner, and relaxed on my bed. My assignments could wait until later. I had better things to worry about-not including girls.

TV!

I grabbed the remote, and turned on my television. I flipped on sci-fi and began watching a re-run of my favorite show, X-Files. Well, it was my favorite show up until the time they replaced Scully and Molder. Right now, one of their episodes was on, which always made me happy.

It was really good, and once it was over, I unwillingly looked at my backpack and started my homework.