Amber's POV
Brayden eyes Andi and me as we each take bags of popcorn from the table in the school foyer that's giving them out to the students and parents at the open house. Marty and Buffy both had to do work today, so Brayden asked us to take him here instead. But I figured the high school open house would be at Grant, the same place his brother and cousins are at, not at Pierson High, a school for advanced learners. I'm pretty sure the IQ scores of the kids here are higher than my annual income.
"Do you want popcorn?" I ask Brayden.
He shakes his head. "I don't need food for simple folk."
"What would you rather have?" Andi questions.
"Something with more character, more sophisticated."
"What? Like lobster?" she jokes.
"Well, I would be impressed."
Andi and I both snack on our popcorn while Brayden begins going into the first classroom. Aside from a single red whiteboard marker, the rest of the classroom is brown—brown curtains, brown desks, brown posters about proper classroom etiquette. Other teenagers gaze around while their parents hound the teachers about the learning curriculum.
"The desks are an average size," Brayden notes. "I wouldn't be able to fit all my books on it at once."
"Why don't you just go to Grant?" Andi brings up. "It has bigger desks. And it's where your brother goes."
"Because if I take at least two AP classes next year, I can go here, and here looks much better on college applications."
"You're going into grade nine," Andi says. "I'm sure collages won't care what high school you were at."
"I find it fascinating that you have that opinion, considering you weren't even intending on going to Grant," Brayden counters.
"That's true, but I did," Andi counters.
"Wasn't there something about geese that hindered your ability to attend?" Brayden wonders.
"Yeah," Andi confirms, recalling the event that I'm ultimately so thankful for, since we wouldn't have gotten together if it hadn't happened. "A whole bunch of them started nesting in SAVA, and you can't legally move geese nests, so the school had to shut down for eight years until they stopped living in there."
"Geese are nettlesome," Brayden comments, not bothering to explain to his two less intelligent aunts what that means. Then his eyes catch elsewhere. "An electric pencil sharpener?"
He walks off toward the other side of the classroom wedging through the other children so seamlessly that it's honestly a little alarming. Once he's finished examining the rest of the objects in the room, he takes us into the theatre. As soon as we enter, I can tell he's much more intrigued by this, although it's not especially amazing to me. Medium size, all black, spotlights that hang over the stage. Props for a medieval-looking town are set up, and four students are doing improv between them to display their talent for the few kids who actually care. I hope this isn't their whole improv club, but if everyone here is focused solely on academics, then I suppose it makes sense that no one else would be willing to give up their precious homework time to do a gravely underfunded art.
"It's spectacular!" Brayden exclaims.
"It's nice," I respond, but then I notice the shiny red curtains, and yeah, it's pretty good. "Are your friends coming here with you for school?"
"I don't think so," Brayden replies.
"Where are they going?" Andi wonders.
"They're going to Grant."
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