Chapter 9Da’ric
My last year of high school had arrived, and it flew by. I’d taken the SATs and applied to Coombe University in Delaware, Pop’s alma mater, but once they saw my scores, they scrambled all over themselves to be sure I’d accept the package they offered. Meanwhile, there was no reason to slack off. A vast warehouse of knowledge was out there, and I relished dipping into it.
I’d stayed after my last class to care for the fish in the science lab—feeding them, cleaning the tanks, and making sure any babies were kept safe away from adults who might want to dine on them. The staff were pleased with how well the fish were thriving under my care.
With those tasks completed, I looked forward to getting home and possibly seeing my friend. I strode to where my white Cadillac Coupe De
