Your first class is science. You barely listen to the teachers seemingly endless dron, only paying attention to the key points.
TJ nudges you and puts some paper in your hand. 'The band's meeting in the park after school, u game?' You crumple the piece of paper and nod, pretending to show the teacher that you understand him.
The bell, finall, rings and everyone gets up to leave.
"Lianna, a moment," The teacher Mr. Jones says. You walk up to his desk...
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