Chapter Five
Jude
“Open your textbooks to chapter three.”
My hands trembled like they always did during the first few minutes of every class. I didn’t know why, because I’d been teaching for eleven years now, though this school was a far cry from the strict Catholic schools I used to teach in. Open High School was far more lenient, and worked to involve the students in their curriculum.
“Yo, Jude.” A student at the back of the class waved their hand at me. Being called by my first name had taken some getting used to, but apparently that was the norm here.
“Yes, Greg?” The boy had purple hair and multiple piercings that at first glance made you think he was a delinquent, but he was actually my best pupil.
“I need a one-day extension on my report on the circulatory system. The store I’
