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CHAPTER 2
T
en minutes later, the bus finally came. I got on and went to
the back to meet my friend, Martin—the only friend I’ve had
since school started.
“Hey,” I waved and sat down.
“Hi,” he smiled.
“So, did you get the news from the school that they’re bringing
clubs?” he asked.
“Clubs? What do you mean?” I tilted my head.
“Like extracurricular activities. Your parents should’ve gotten the
message.”
“Oh yeah, I actually can’t believe they did that. I never knew the
school would be into those things.”
“Mhm, but are you planning on joining one?”
“Mm, I don’t know… maybe. Are you?”
“I think so. My parents—Mom especially—would lecture me
about joining anyway.”
“Oh, okay.”
After that talk, we reached Parkland High and went straight to our
classes. My first period was Art. I sat in the middle of the class, next to
a blonde girl.
