It’s the second day at this dumpster fire of a school. Lonnel doesn’t really know what he’s doing here. He’d rather be on top of a building, the wind rushing through his hair. He no longer had any interest in drawing or skateboarding. His mom has gotten him going with drawing, and he’d always skateboarded with his friends. Calling or texting them just wasn’t the same. He sat down in his seat in first period, then sighed as he saw that jumpy fellow walking toward him. Too much energy.
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