Chapter 19: Bob

Some people are so poor, all they have is money. – Bob Marley

JD looked at the message from his dad asking him to call. He never did this. Certainly never texted him during school. Walking away from the group of friends, he called his dad.

“What are you doing?” Bob asked.

“I’m at school.” JD replied as if it was the most obvious thing. Which, since it was Tuesday morning at nine thirty, it was.

“Oh. I thought you graduated.”

“In May.” The teen said as the bell rang. “I’ve got to get to class.”

“Oh, well, call me when you’re done. We’ll grab lunch.”

JD pulled his phone away and looked at it as if the object was stupid. Shaking his head, he held the phone back up to his ear. “I get out at four. It’s high school.”

“Okay. Dinner?”

“Fine. I’ll check with mom.”

“Why?”

“Because unlike some people, I go home every night. Text me when and where.” Rolling his eyes, JD ended the call.

Shoving his phone back into his pocket, he walked into the classroom and went to his history teacher and swim