Part 2: Buffalo, New York
"Class, for tonight, read pages 167 to 200 and write a list of the metaphors the author uses. I want it in by Thursday. Mr. Parker, may I see you for a moment?"
As usual, the class immediately focused their attention at the tall, gangly, dark haired boy that sat at the back of the class. Everyone had been avoiding him, but he liked it that way.
After the English class filed out, he got up and stood in front of the teacher's desk, his head down, staring at his beat up Doc Martens. "Yes, Mrs. Morgan?"
The short, plump, but kind and thoughtful English teacher known as Mrs. Morgan sighed. "Vince, I'm glad you decided to come back to school, after what happened. But, if you like, I can excuse you from assignments for awile, until you feel up to it."
Vince shuffled his feet. "Mrs.Mrs. Morgan, if you.don't mind, I'd kind of like to do the work. It would feel too different if I didn't."
"All right, Vince. Have you been seeing the guidance counsellor?"
"Yes, Mrs. Morgan."
"Is it helping?"
"Yes, Mrs. Morgan."
Mrs. Morgan stared at him, a look of sympathy on her chubby face. "If you don't mind me asking.where are you living? You can't stay home.by yourself."
Vince finally looked up, but his eyes didn't quite reach hers. Vince had amazing eyes, a light hazel that resembled gold.
"I.I stay at the orphanage, Mrs. Morgan. But my parent's lawyer said that tonight he'd be telling me where I'm gonna go. To an aunt in another country, or something."
Part 3
"I wonder what Mrs. Morgan wanted with Vince?" Patricia asked her best friend Madison as they walked down the halls to their next class.
Madison shrugged. "I don't know, probably something about his parents. He's being SUCH a loner now. I mean, duh, get on with your life!"
"Like, totally!" exclamied Patricia excitedly. "But don't you think he's hot?"
"Patricia! You're so rude!"
"But he is! I so would have gone after him if his parents didn't croak."
"PATRICIA!"
"Yeah, I know. But don't you think he's hot?" she persisted.
"I dunno." Said Madison. "I guess. He's got nice eyes."
She was interrupted by a series of digital beeps that played the melody of "Dirrty" by Christina Auguliera.
"Whoops, my cell." Patricia reached inside her Guess purse and pulled out a trendy Nokia cell phone.
"Hello? Oh, hi mom. 'Sup? No, not yet. He hasn't asked me out yet. Ok, fine, I will. Bye."
"What did she want?" Madison asked as they entered Science, their next class.
"She wants me to get home early, because she has something important to discuss with me."
"Class, for tonight, read pages 167 to 200 and write a list of the metaphors the author uses. I want it in by Thursday. Mr. Parker, may I see you for a moment?"
As usual, the class immediately focused their attention at the tall, gangly, dark haired boy that sat at the back of the class. Everyone had been avoiding him, but he liked it that way.
After the English class filed out, he got up and stood in front of the teacher's desk, his head down, staring at his beat up Doc Martens. "Yes, Mrs. Morgan?"
The short, plump, but kind and thoughtful English teacher known as Mrs. Morgan sighed. "Vince, I'm glad you decided to come back to school, after what happened. But, if you like, I can excuse you from assignments for awile, until you feel up to it."
Vince shuffled his feet. "Mrs.Mrs. Morgan, if you.don't mind, I'd kind of like to do the work. It would feel too different if I didn't."
"All right, Vince. Have you been seeing the guidance counsellor?"
"Yes, Mrs. Morgan."
"Is it helping?"
"Yes, Mrs. Morgan."
Mrs. Morgan stared at him, a look of sympathy on her chubby face. "If you don't mind me asking.where are you living? You can't stay home.by yourself."
Vince finally looked up, but his eyes didn't quite reach hers. Vince had amazing eyes, a light hazel that resembled gold.
"I.I stay at the orphanage, Mrs. Morgan. But my parent's lawyer said that tonight he'd be telling me where I'm gonna go. To an aunt in another country, or something."
Part 3
"I wonder what Mrs. Morgan wanted with Vince?" Patricia asked her best friend Madison as they walked down the halls to their next class.
Madison shrugged. "I don't know, probably something about his parents. He's being SUCH a loner now. I mean, duh, get on with your life!"
"Like, totally!" exclamied Patricia excitedly. "But don't you think he's hot?"
"Patricia! You're so rude!"
"But he is! I so would have gone after him if his parents didn't croak."
"PATRICIA!"
"Yeah, I know. But don't you think he's hot?" she persisted.
"I dunno." Said Madison. "I guess. He's got nice eyes."
She was interrupted by a series of digital beeps that played the melody of "Dirrty" by Christina Auguliera.
"Whoops, my cell." Patricia reached inside her Guess purse and pulled out a trendy Nokia cell phone.
"Hello? Oh, hi mom. 'Sup? No, not yet. He hasn't asked me out yet. Ok, fine, I will. Bye."
"What did she want?" Madison asked as they entered Science, their next class.
"She wants me to get home early, because she has something important to discuss with me."