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Lunch was just as uncomfortable as the rest of biology had been. Lucy kept wanting to ask me stuff, and I kept silencing her with my stare. Finally, just before it was time to head to class, Emma said, “I don’t know what the big deal is. So, he faked his death.” She popped the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth and shrugged her shoulders. “It all goes with the drug cartel idea I had earlier.”I stared at her. “You remember that?”“Sure,” she replied. “A few things have come back to me. He probably didn’t want his folks to be disappointed in him.”“Emma…” I began, but then I remembered I’d promised Elliott not to say more. “Okay. Just… we need to keep this to ourselves, all right? I mean, I think the authorities will catch him anyway.”“Okay,” Emma agreed.“No, not okay,” Lucy protested, looking from her t

On the way to her house I decided to try my theory, even though my mom was jamming to some Amy Grant tune on the oldies Christian radio station. “So… I’ll check into that stuff for class tonight and let you know.”“Awesome,” Lucy said, nodding. “I’m sure I’ll rest a lot better if you can figure out the answer to that one problem that really stumped me.”“Me, too,” I agreed.“What class is that for?” my mom asked.I decided it would be better if only one of us answered, so I waited. “Biology,” Lucy replied, leaning forward like my mom may as well know everything. “We had such a difficult lesson today,” she continued. “Human anatomy!”“Ugh, that does sound hard,” my mom agreed. And actually, it wasn’t even a lie. Mr. Horton had covered the digestive system today—though Lucy’s answer also fit with our c

My eyes probably resembled dinner plates, and for a moment, I thought Elliott was going to tell them he has a friend who fought in the war, but while everyone else puzzled over what he meant, he continued, “You see, as long as you continue to think about all of the things these men and women did for us, all those years ago, it’s like they’re still alive. I mean, think about it. George Washington died, like, two hundred years ago, right? But you’re still talking about him. Why? Because he was one awesome dude.” Most people couldn’t pull off that phrase the way that Elliott could. I looked around the room, and a lot of the kids were nodding. “Abe Lincoln? What do we know about him? Tall dude with a stylin’ hat, right? But… he made changes to our country that still impact us today. It’s important to know that stuff so we don’t screw things up. If we don’t know about the Emancipation Proclamation, we might do somet

We were getting cremated—and I don’t use that term lightly due to recent events—by the time the fourth quarter rolled around. Honestly, I don’t think anyone even cared, though. The cheerleading squad was on fire, and for the first time in forever, whenever we’d turn to the crowd to get them to participate in a cheer or chant, every single person in the audience was with us. It might’ve had something to do with the large, curly-haired man who was encouraging them from his seat about halfway up the section closest to the end of the court where our squad cheered. Every time I looked over at him, he had a huge smile on his face. Even Emma looked happy, and I couldn’t remember ever seeing her happy at a sporting event.My parents were sitting near Elliott, though not right by him. There’d been such a rush of students who wanted to sit next to him, he’d had to demand they scoot down so Emma could find a seat right next to him, a

Valentine’s Day is a big deal at my high school. Maybe it is at every high school, but at mine in particular it’s a day when teachers don’t even bother to try to do anything, even the strictest ones, because they know none of us are paying attention.Throughout the day, students are called to the office over the loudspeaker whenever flowers arrive. Almost everyone gets something because all of our parents know this, so if you get your name called more than once, it means someone really likes you. You go up, read the card, and then put your bouquet, or balloons, or whatever on the table marked for your grade level and come back after school to get your stuff.So, my name was called during second period, and I went up to see that my parents had sent me pink roses, which was nice. And then my name was called again during third period, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that Cadence had also remembered the tradition and sent me some red roses. Her note