St. Bernard was a thirty-minute bus ride away from Kire’s house but only a nine-minute sprint away—the latter is the method he chose to use most often. When coming up on St. Bernard, one could recognize it because of the huge signboard the graduating class of five years ago made, wherein they wrote all of their names to spell out ‘St. Bernard.’ The school was just like any other high school in the area: they had a soccer and baseball team, as well as a swim team, tennis, basketball, and the like. Aside from the sports teams, there were a number of clubs one could join at St. Bernard; for example, Kire used to write for the school editorial with a group of socially awkward kids until he quit because he didn’t feel like doing it anymore. There was also a science club, a French club, a volunt
