Life's Gravy

Chapter 1

 Okay to this story has reference to some characters from The Hog. It may also conatin more about how Fransisco became Hog but that is not what it is about. This is a story about Hannah and will only have parts about Hog that concern Hannah.

This is also not edited yet, I'll get to that soon enough. 

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I rush to class. I can't be late. I can't be late. I won't be late.  I push past people and earn a few stern glares but it doesn't matter to me much.

The bell rings just as my foot passes the threshold. I release a breath I've been holding and quickly sink into my seat which is at the very front of the class.

I take out my notebook and a sharp pencil. The teacher walks in and starts the lesson. I write down notes on all the major points she mentions- even though they are in the text book I feel teachers sometimes say important things that the text book misses.

Most people in class are chatting to each other, some are on their phones and others are asleep but not me. I am actually one of those people who love school. Not the building (or many of the people here) but the actual idea of education.  I love learning new things all the time. I love knowing something that I didn't before. It’s like knowledge opens me up and I slowly begin to understand myself in understanding other things. That sounds stupid but it makes sense to me. The bell rings and I move with the mob to my next class.

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"Catch!" my brother shouts before tossing a football at me. I stretch out my arm and catch it with my right hand. He laughs as his friends turn and look at me.

 

"Wow she caught that." a blonde one says, "Fuck man. Look where you're standing and she caught it."

 

"You haven't seen her toss it back." Matt smiles at me. He nods. I take a step back, aim and the ball sores right into his awaiting arms.

 

"Fuck!" another friend claps his hands, “aren’t you like 12?" he asks me.

 

"I'm 13." I correct him.

 

"Matt, your little sister could replace you in the varsity team. She has a better arm than half our senior class team mates." the blonde one says.

 

Matt jogs over to me and we high five like we always do.

 

"Well I guess I'm lucky she's not in high school right?" he smiles.

 

The blonde guy reads something on his phone. Then passes it on to another guy. It makes its rounds with four guys before. My brother sees this. Anger quickly flashes in his face.

 

"Who is this Brad?" he hisses.

 

"Daies, her name is Francisco Daies." the one named Brad answers with just as much anger.

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"Hannah!" I hear my name and pivot to see my friend, Gregson, call me. I smile as he waves me over to his table. He is sitting with his football team mates. I shake my head and point at an empty table in front of me.