Chapter 15: Lovebirds

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Our next class of the day was math. Ah, yes, math... not my strongest suit, but I'll try my best.

The teacher is some old hag. That wasn't too harsh, was it? Anyway, she wrote some equations on the board, and we wrote them down in our notebooks to try to solve them.

I see Clementine sitting in the desk next to me, taking down the notes. Since we can't talk in class right now, I write her a note. It said "Do you wanna hangout after school today? Come meet me outside if you do. We could go for a walk or something."

I pass her the note. She reads it, and nods her head yes. Suddenly, there was a note handed to me. I open it up, and it says "Let's get too loud ;) - James"

I buldge my eyes, and throw up inside. James is such a weirdo. I don't even wanna know what he did to get sent here.

After math class, we've only got one class left. It was a mix I guess you could say. Apparently this school likes to live by the old days, and separate the genders. They put us the guys in a woodshop class, and they put the girls in a cooking class. Teaching women to only cook and clean, it may have worked a hundred years ago, but not now.

"Well, class, looks like we have some new students here. My name's Mr. Greene, and I am your guys' woodshop teacher. Since I won't bore the class with safety rules again, all of you put your gear on, and get to work. I'll tell you gentlemen the safety rules once you've got your gear on."

I must say, I actually do seem to like wood class now. I mean, I haven't done any projects in it yet, but I know I'll like it. We start our first project next class.

The classes alternate everyday, so there are different classes each week day. Today's a Friday, though, so no classes tommorow. We'll have different classes on Monday. This boarding school life ain't that bad, though. Three classes a day, and we start at 7:30 and end at 12:00. Each class is an hour long. With a half hour lunchbreak at 10:30-11:00.

Clementine meets me outside by a plantbed. This school seems to have no security whatsoever on Friday and weekends, so we can pretty much do whatever we want and go outside the gates.

"Hey," I say to her. She doesn't say hey back or anything. She just puckers up and kisses me.

"I take it that you're ready to go," I laugh.

"Ready as I'll ever be," she replies.

"And, Clem, while I was on lunchbreak I went to the school library, and used one of the computers. I did some research on the local area, and there is some stuff we can do in town here. There's a river, an amusement park and an art museum. We could go to those places tonight. Just us," I inform.

"Well, Mr., you're lucky I have money then," Clem teases, as she swings around her purse.

"Ooo, I don't know what I'd do without you," I announce.

She gives me a warm smile. We walk out of the gates, and into the town of Ericson. It's a nice little community. A community that's so far away from home, but this is our new home. For now.

We go down by that river first. There's a little park by it, too. Really nothing special, though. Just a big red slide and a couple of blue swings. Me and Clem were both still technically kids at the time. I was fourteen, she was thirteen, so of course she wanted me to push her on the swing. She has a late birthday if you were wondering. Her birthday is in November, and we are in November. Her birthday is approaching soon.

After about five minuets of that, she gets off the swing. I pushed her real high, I'm proud to admit.

"Thanks for pushing me on the swing, Gabe."

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