Maybe you need to go to her school, yes? My grandfather, Marco Olvera is standing there. I sigh, get out and clutch my exam close to my chest as I close the driver door and mentally prepare for this. This place is foggy. Some have the same expression as I do; Others are more morose. If you need me, you know where to find me. He’s looking at me with a strange face. I try to pay attention but I can only think of the shit storm I’ve got waiting on me at home. I will.” I smile at him. Oh, I forgot to mention. My seat is in the back but I swear Mr. He’s looking at me with a strange face. The teachers understand that and always release us ahead of schedule. I’ll do better, gramps. My feet dragging and feeling heavier with each step. G has it out for me. The walls are yellowed and half the desks are broken.
