The last few days at school have been super quiet. More students ditching than usual. Maybe it has something to do with midterms or maybe people are just ready for the winter break. I was the only person who showed up to one of Mr. Vincenzo's classes.
Alex's new best friend is this beefy stoner named Chris who always carries around comic books and cards. I saw them a few times in the alleyway behind school: smoking, or drinking slushies, but they didn't make eye contact with me.
Beth seems really distant, too. I'm trying to not take it personally. She has a lot on her mind.
I asked her yesterday how she was doing; she just shrugged and turned inward.
"We'll see," she said.
We were in a holding pattern. I couldn't reach her right now, but I didn't want to push. Soon she'd find out the result of her mom's biopsy and things would either go back to normal or get really bad.
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Teen FictionTim's public high school experience thus far has been characterized by bad grades and the total absence of a social life; he's listless and needs a change. So, after grade eleven ends, his mom decides to enrol him in a bizarre, little alternative sc...
