A Tribe United

Chapter 6

"Are you sure you're going to be okay here by yourself?" Marc asked again.

"Get out." Marcy enunciated.

Marc was torn.

"She's fine." Quinn pushed at him. "We're going to be late for school."

"Okay." Marc let her push him out. "Call me if you need anything and I mean anything."

Marcy shut the door on her siblings. She piled her hair up in a messy bun and turned to face the house. Time to get started.

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Mike stared up at the building. "I don't know if I want to do this."

"We have to take our exams." Mercedes reminded him. "But I don't want to go in either."

Quinn took a hand of theirs each. "We have to. And people have to be nice to us. That'll be fun to do whatever we want and not get in trouble."

"Quinn..." Mercedes side-eyed her.

"Be bad for once!"

"No."

"Well I am. I'm going to do whatever I want and no one can stop me."

Mike sighed. This was not going to go well. "Let's just get this over with."

The trio went up the stairs of the high school and to their lockers. They took off their layers and got their things for their first period.

Then they walked to class. Mike opened the door and everyone stared as they came in.

The teacher turned, ready to rebuke the latecomers but realized who they were. She faltered. She literally had no clue what to say so she waited for them to sit down before finishing writing on the board.

"Told you." Quinn whispered.

Mike and Mercedes looked at each other. Was Quinn right? Could they get away with anything they wanted?

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Marcy taped up another box. She had done pretty well. After her siblings left for school that morning, she'd gotten boxes they'd gotten the night before and began packing up her room.

She packed up everything in her vanity, everything on top of the vanity and dresser and all of her accessories and handbags. That took an hour.

After, she began boxing up her books. That took a while as she had a lot of books. But it was easy as she went in a row. All of it was organized by the Dewey Decimal System and clearly labelled.

Then she boxed up things that were in her bookcases that weren't books like her colored pen stand and all of her CDs, DVDs, VHSes and cassettes. She also boxed up her records, record player and CD player.

Then she went to boxing up the things on her desk, like her TV, DVD/VCR player and her many decorative mugs filled with writing utensils. She also boxed up the different things she had on the desk that wouldn't fit inside it.

She locked the desk and went back to the closet to pull the dresser drawers out so the dresser wouldn't be too heavy to move.

After that, she boxed up all of her trophies and awards.

Which brought her to now. She was tired but she had clothes and toys to pack after, including her sports equipment, musical instruments and art supplies. But first; a lunch break.

She took the house phone and gathered all the notebooks from last night and went into the kitchen. They'd had pizza the night before so she grabbed two slices of leftover and warmed them up in the toaster oven as she poured herself a glass of milk.