Taking Chances, Learning to Love--Chapter Two
Russ groaned and slapped his alarm clock. He quickly put on a pair of jeans and a Polo shirt. Jamie was still sleeping, so he just whispered "Bye" and walked out.
It was still in the twilight of the morning, so he decided to swing by the fire station. TC was already there. "What are you doing here, Granger?? You're suppose to be at the school!" "It's like, 6:30, TC. You said school started at 7:30."
"It does, Russ! But you have to be there earlier...The kids start getting there at 6 o'clock and are sent to their classes at 6: 50!"
"Shit!" Russ mumbled. "Bye!" he called over his shoulder. When he got to the school he got a dissaproving look from the principal. "Mr. Granger, we agreed on this, but only if you're here earlier enough for the kids. It's 7, and the fifth graders are terrible, especially in the morning."
"Wonderful. I'm sorry, I didn't know it started this early."
"I don't see why you have to bring Jonathon into this, or why you can't just bust his father."
"It's not that easy, ma'am. We don't have any evidence, but we do that Jonathon has been caught distributing drugs. Whether or not it's his father making him, we don't know, but we have to get him through his kid." Russ explained.
"Whatever. Get to your class, Granger."
Russ nodded and ran to the room, where a few of the kids were already, some throwing paper airplanes and some bugging the ones trying to read.
"Sub! Sit!" one screeched and everyone ran to sit down. Russ reconize Jonathon right away. He had light brown hair and green eyes and was wearinga little smirk, he looked almost exactly like his father, except his dad had hazel eyes.
Russ looked at the information sheet. It said to ask Krista where the sub stuff was. "Um, is Krista here?" he asked, looking up. A girl put her book down and walked up there timdly. "Yeah?" she asked.
He smiled at her. "Could you tell me where the substitute stuff is?" She pointed to a binder on a cabenit marked, in bold letters, "SUBSTITUTE". Russ grew embarassed and mumbled "Thank-you".
When he turned around he felt a crumped up ball of paper hit his head. He whirled around and saw Jonathon engrossed in a book. "Nice try, Jonathon." he snapped then mumbled, "This'll be a long day.'
Russ groaned and slapped his alarm clock. He quickly put on a pair of jeans and a Polo shirt. Jamie was still sleeping, so he just whispered "Bye" and walked out.
It was still in the twilight of the morning, so he decided to swing by the fire station. TC was already there. "What are you doing here, Granger?? You're suppose to be at the school!" "It's like, 6:30, TC. You said school started at 7:30."
"It does, Russ! But you have to be there earlier...The kids start getting there at 6 o'clock and are sent to their classes at 6: 50!"
"Shit!" Russ mumbled. "Bye!" he called over his shoulder. When he got to the school he got a dissaproving look from the principal. "Mr. Granger, we agreed on this, but only if you're here earlier enough for the kids. It's 7, and the fifth graders are terrible, especially in the morning."
"Wonderful. I'm sorry, I didn't know it started this early."
"I don't see why you have to bring Jonathon into this, or why you can't just bust his father."
"It's not that easy, ma'am. We don't have any evidence, but we do that Jonathon has been caught distributing drugs. Whether or not it's his father making him, we don't know, but we have to get him through his kid." Russ explained.
"Whatever. Get to your class, Granger."
Russ nodded and ran to the room, where a few of the kids were already, some throwing paper airplanes and some bugging the ones trying to read.
"Sub! Sit!" one screeched and everyone ran to sit down. Russ reconize Jonathon right away. He had light brown hair and green eyes and was wearinga little smirk, he looked almost exactly like his father, except his dad had hazel eyes.
Russ looked at the information sheet. It said to ask Krista where the sub stuff was. "Um, is Krista here?" he asked, looking up. A girl put her book down and walked up there timdly. "Yeah?" she asked.
He smiled at her. "Could you tell me where the substitute stuff is?" She pointed to a binder on a cabenit marked, in bold letters, "SUBSTITUTE". Russ grew embarassed and mumbled "Thank-you".
When he turned around he felt a crumped up ball of paper hit his head. He whirled around and saw Jonathon engrossed in a book. "Nice try, Jonathon." he snapped then mumbled, "This'll be a long day.'