Chapter 11: the circle Brian
We gathered in Allison's living room. It was quiet there, and dark heavy curtains blocked out the sun. The room had an eerie calmness about it. I sat on the couch. Andrew sat on the floor and stretched his legs out in front of him. Allison sat down next to him. John flopped down in the chair, and pulled Claire down with him on his lap. She giggled and blushed.
"So, what are we going to do?" I started, "John and I skipped detention. We are going to be in a lot of trouble."
"I can take care of that, "John laughed picking up the telephone that was on the table next to the chair. "He punched in a few numbers. Then in a deep growling voice he said "there is a bomb in the library." Then he hung up.
I stared at him in shock. "Bender, that was illegal."
"Of course it was. But in all the chaos, they won't notice us missing or they won't care." John smiled.
Allison suggested that I call my house, so I did and explained that the school had a bomb threat and we had walked down the road to the town library. I told my mom I would get a ride home later. I was surprised when she believed me.
"I guess I never do anything wrong. They have no reason to think I am lying." I said as I hung up the phone. "What about you John. Do you need to call home?" John just burst out laughing and looked at me like I was retarded.
"Right, well what about you Andrew?" I asked offering him the phone.
"I guess I will call my dad too". He sighed and called. We listened as he told his dad that he had slept over at Steve's and the whole team had gone to the track and ran laps for the coach after he found out that they had a party. He promised to work out with him when he got home after supper.
"Who would have thought that this would be so easy." I laid back on the couch. "so how was everyone's week?"
"Why don't you start Brian." Claire offered.
So I told them about my week. It was actually pretty good. The shop teacher had agreed to let me do an extra credit assignment to make up for my F on the lamp project. But because of the gun incident I had to see a counselor for a few weeks.
"I've had to see him a few times, Allison spoke up. He's not too bad. He thinks I am crazy."
The others took turns talking about there weeks as well. No one had much to talk about. Claire clearly didn't want to talk about her ordeal, but talked about a fight her parents had instead. Slowly each of us became quiet and began to drift off to sleep.