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s told her as he loaded his brown leather backpack wi
. Her hair was done in an afro. It was rather untidy which meant she had not taken her morning shower yet. Sineas, on the other hand, was wearing a bla
me-schooling,' he pointed out. Eleven ye
ob said? You need human interacti
ctor Jacob is just a money-hungry quack
ed to see. She looked very tired. Now a waitress at the local café, Coffee Kings, two blocks
You're still mad at him because he gave the report
to learn about stuff I already know about. That's basically what school is; the greatest scam of all time. You go there to learn things you already knew but just
ared concernedly at him, their eyes the same level. He had grown quite a lot over the past eleven years. 'It's not your grades that
eached for a red lunchbox on t
hool. As he lazily looked out the window he could see old white people taking their usual morning jogs and w
distract him from the approaching terrors that he imagined were going to welcome him at the school. As soon as the traffic lights turned green, the cabdriver swerved t
so many of them. Trying to find a black person in Malrich was like trying to find the letter "I" in the word "never". He sighed for probably the hundredth time as he stared blankly out the window. Green. The car made a left turn and it sped off again. Silence had reigned between him and his aunt along the journey. She had finally decided to wash her fac
ing look on his face. 'Don't worry; you'
le
grade twelve, h
le
ently, 'Come on,
to be busy, rubbing his foref
uld be fine. Jus
y bad idea because I think I've sa
ures. They need interaction, laught
en that kid fell off his bike and laughed twice as hard when he cursed me for it. An
ople? Make friends?' She hoped
e a fr
out of t
llege next year, can't I just get home-sc
ege has an even more complex atmosphere than high sc
oof of the car. He directed his face towards her. 'Can't
ly two of us
river's o
m. He just made another grunt and pres
oday, you're going to love
if I
ll love it
ot spot a single black student anywhere. Around the path for what seemed like miles were a well trimmed lawn and a fairly large, bronze statue of The Thinker. To the right of the statue were hundreds of tables lined with benches. Just a little farther behind the school, he could see a fence covering what looked like a tennis court.
he grabbed