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Chapter 4

Bryce's POV

     After Biology I have French. I passed French 1 as a freshman but I'm in French 2 as a junior because I failed it last year. So I'm being forced to retake it. I just can't get anything to stick. I really do try, well  I mean sometimes I try like a little but I just don't have time for something as pointless as French. It's not like I'm ever going to move to France so what's the point? I have more important things to worry about like baseball. The West Bridge Bulldogs varsity baseball team, is my life. Nothing else is important really. With grades like mine, a baseball scholarship is the only way I'm going to college. With practice, conditioning, and games I have no time to worry about why chrysanthemums are not the proper gift to bring when visiting a French home and why French people buy crossiants from the boulangerie and not just from food lion. Especially with the pressure of living up to my Dad's expectations when it comes to baseball.

     I walk into French and Mr. Anders greets me. "Bonjour Bryce, Comme ça va?"

     "Hola." I reply.

     "Bryce, that's Spanish." Mr. Anders says. I think he's almost given up on me. Maybe he's accepted that I'm simply unteachable.

~*~

     After what feels like hours of being trapped in French, I head to lunch. I sit outside in the courtyard everyday with some of the guys. Our table is the best that there is. By the brick wall, and under the giant oak tree. It's a fairly sunny day outside. It's only mid-October so it isn't cold yet, about 60° Fahrenheit.

      I sit with the team, and a few girls that always hang around us. They are kind of like groupies but for a bunch of high school guys on a baseball team. I guess it's sort of weird but they don't bother me.

      "What is that?" Luke asks looking at the lovely meal I just bought from the school cafeteria.

     "That would be what the lunch lady says is pizza, but I'm not falling for it." I say.

     "That is supposed to be pizza? My god what have they done to pizza? It used to be so beautiful?" Luke says.

     "Another emotional breakdown over pizza?" Hunter says as he sits down on the other side of me.

     "Every. single. day." I say answering his question.

     "It it just me? Or is today extra long?" Lambchop says.

     "It's not just you. Out of all the days that I have attended West Bridge High, which is a whole lot of damn days, today is the longest yet." I say.

     "That bad?" Hunter asks.

     "Hell multiplied by 100." I reply.

     "Why?" Luke asks.

     "I'm paired with Lily Morgan for the science fair, and she's actually making me do the work." I say.

     "Are you serious?" Lambchop asks.

     "Yes! I've never done a science fair project in my life! I was hoping to keep it that way but apparently not." I say.

     "Dude, you have like a world record for our school! A school record! Everyone knows you don't do the science fair!" Lambchop says surprised.

     "Yeah I know! I told her that, and I tried to get her to just do the work for me but she won't. She's such a pain." I complain.

     "That must suck." Hunter says.

     "Yeah me and Justin Wright are working together and we pretty much goofed off the whole time." Luke says laughing. Justin Wright plays on West Bridge's soccer team. I usually don't call him by his name, Justin. I just call him ginger. He's got curly red hair, and freckles from head to toe. He's got dark green eyes, so dark of a green they're practically brown. He's about 6'0 and he's probably one of the funniest guys I know. He's fun to mess around with. But beware of his extreme sarcasm. Sometimes I can't tell if he's being sarcastic or not.