Brad

Chapter 6:

This chapter is slightly longer be prepared. (And by longer I mean 2 pages sorry)
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He motions me to open the door so I slowly open it trying not to hit his arm.
"What do you think?" He says like I'm suppose to know what he is talking about.
"About what?" I asked. Is he talking about him somehow being right outside my car 2 seconds after I pull into the parking lot or something else?
"My car, isn't it a sweet ride? You must have though that because you parked right beside it." He says while smirking at my face.
"Well your car is a piece of crap and so are you for thinking I parked right here because of your car." I say in a joking voice.
"Right," he replies while laughing. "So what classes do you have? Do you have your schedule?"
"No, where am I suppose to get one?" I say confusingly.
"Here walk with me and I will show you," he says while smiling at me.
"Thanks," I say. "Sorry for going crazy on you that morning."
"It's cool, everyone has some crazy in them," he replies. "The office is where you get your schedule and it is a couple doors down."
We get to the door and he holds in open for me.
"Thanks," I say.
"No problem," he replies.
I see a lady probably about 45 but she doesn't look up when the door closes. Brad makes a coughing noise but still no response.
"Is she dead," I whispered to Brad.
"I don't think so," he replies.
I drop my bag on the ground loudly but nothing.
"Okay this is ridiculous! Mam'm my friend here wants her schedule so we can get to class on time," Brad says surprisingly more angry than he should have been.
She looks up and looks at Brad then looks at me.
"Name?" She says.
"Rebecca Hasting," I reply.
She typed something into the computer then printed my schedule off. She walked around and handed it to me while looking into my eyes. Me and Brad walk out of the office and I look down at my schedule and I have English first. I hate English with a passion.
"Oh I have that class too," Brad says.
"Great," I say while smiling at him.
Pretty much the rest of the day went by pretty fast nothing happened that was exciting. I do have a test tomorrow which is always fun.
"Hey do you want to study for this test together?" Brad asked me while we were walking to the car.
"Yeah you can come over to my house if you want," I reply to him.
"Great! I'll follow you," he says.
I get in my car and start to pull out to head back to my house. I almost forgot about the basement incident this morning but it's still running through the back of my mind.
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P.S. Something is about to happen.
P.P.S. If you read this, comment: Michael Clifford