New School

Damion

After getting up way earlier than I would have preferred, Oliver and I were both dragging a little. Thankfully, our bodies were still on east-coast time and it didn’t feel nearly as early as it had been when she’d rumbled the tractor by the window.

It was a trick I was familiar with. My grandpa used to do the same damn thing when I would get home late. He hated the idea of sleeping in. He considered seven too late. No matter the day, the man was up and out of bed by five at the latest. Apparently, Alex was the same way.

“Okay, are you ready?” I asked Oliver, who was sitting at the kitchen table, just finishing his cereal.

He shrugged. “Do I have to?”

“Yes, you have to. This school is going to be a lot different than your old school.”

He put his bowl in the sink. “Don’t I have to wear my uniform?”

I smiled, shaking my head. “Nope. Jeans and whatever shirt you choose is good enough.”

“Do they have books?”

“Absolutely. Today, we’ll go and just check things out. You don’t have to s