What About Loyalty

Chapter 2

In case you didn't know, school is pretty much hell on Earth for most people. I mean, I personally don't have a problem with it, but the second I walked into that building in September, I couldn't wait to stop going for good upon knowing I was graduating this year.

Also, "school" to me is a six letter word representing awful words other kids would call it, S stands for slavery; C for cruel; H for hellish; O for overly-idiotic; O for overly idiotic; and L for let-me-outta-here-already. With this in my mind, I always managed to get through every school day without complaint (along with hearing everyone else complain).

But enough about this school. You're probably getting tired of me talking about it anyway.

Practice ended twenty minutes ago and right now, I was sitting at the front steps of the school building waiting for a late bus to pick me up and take me home. George got a ride from his mom, so I was alone for the moment. I didn't mind it, though, because I was glad that I could finally be able to play football.

I heard the front door open behind me, so I turned my head to see Ali walking towards the steps with her clarinet case in hand. "Hi, Harvey," she said to me while waving.

"Hey Ali," I replied. Ali seemed quite surprised by my cheery mood, so she went down and sat next to me. "You seem happy today," she said. "May I ask why that is?"

"You'll never believe this," I explained, "but I finally found the courage t ask for a player spot on the football team."

"That is so awesome!" Ali then gave me this big hug that doesn't hurt your chest once you get used to it.

I've been friends with Ali since the second grade, and we've always had each other's backs ever since. For some reason, her friends don't like me, but I didn't mind. As long as Ali was cool with them, I was too.

We went on talking about random bullshit until a late bus came ten minutes later. We both got on, took our seats, and went back to talking.

"Do you think your parents will be proud?" Ali asked.

"Y'know what?" I replied. "My parents don't give a s**t about my personal business except when it comes to school." How true it was. When it come to school, my parents were strict as hell. If I came home with anything lower than a C- on my report card, I was grounded until I got those grades up. I can't imagine what they'd do to me if I ever got suspended, but that's a story for another time.