XXXV: Game Time

"Hey Roux," I said, as my brother and I walked to school. He hummed at that and turned to me, "I'm going to a football game today, remember?"

"That's today?"

I nodded. He knit his brows, "Didn't you tell me the morons are on the football team?"

My lack of a retort ticked him off. 

"You know you never told me what happened to you that one time."

"It's fine Roux, I already told the principal about it. She said she'd get to the bottom of it."

My brother narrowed his eyes, "Wait, is this why you asked if she was a good person? Do you think she won't do anything about it?"

I turned to my brother and sighed, "I really don't know, Roux. I really don't."

He nods, "Well, if she doesn't, I'll become the principal of your school."

I roll my eyes and chuckle, "Moron. You're under-qualified for that."

"What? All grandma has to do is say the word."

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