My next class, luckily, was study-hall. Mr. Davis, the instructor, could care less that I was almost fifteen minutes tardy.
“I was talking to Mr. Stewart about an assignment.”
Davis glanced up from his EyPad, then shook his head as if he was seeing a mirage. “What the hell?”
“What?” then my hair sorta fell forward a bit. “Oh, yeah. I’m April’s Fool, today.”
He laughed. “Looks good on you, kid.”
“Hah. Thanks.” I went and found an empty seat.
Mitzy Butterfly got up and moved seats, as did Jeff Farnum.
“So?” Mitzy said.
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