"Scotty. I need to see you after class." Scotty made a face but when school was over he lingered behind and met Mr. Price at his desk. The teacher was big like a football player. His slight Afro was dotted with grey and his light brown eyes were friendly yet firm.
The teacher searched his student's eyes and then held up a paper with a big red C marked on it.
"What in the hell is this Scotty?"
Scotty peered at the paper. "That's the test we did last Friday."
Mr. Price rolled his eyes. "I know that! What I'm asking is why didn't you answer all of the questions?"
Scotty met the teacher's eyes wondering why people asked questions that they already knew the answers to. In fact, why did people always have to talk? He liked when he was able to find moments of calm because everything in his
