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Jeff Cronin brushed a lock of brownish red hair out of his face. Only six more hours and I'm free. he thought. He thought of Dylan, waiting for him. was likely disappointed with Jeff for getting into detention. Why did I have to write "Mr. Grant is a tranny!" on the board? Jeff cringed at the memory.
Suddenly, Mr. grant, a tall man with a beard that reminded Jeff all too much of ZZ Top, walked up to Jeff.
"Mr. Cronin, you're free to go."
Jeff grabbed his bag, flicked his hair, hugged Tyler Talin goodbye, and left. When he got to the corner, Dylan was waiting.
Dylan put his hand on Jeff's shoulder. "So, how about we finish that panorama drawing of yours?"
Together, they raced home.
· Thu Aug 15, 2013 @ 01:03am · 0 Comments