6
FIRST DAY
2 MONTHS LATER… MORRIS HIGH…
“Is everything ok? You ready?” The voice of my guardian awakened me as I sat in the car looking up at the dashboard. The ‘67 Mustang white convertible had come to a halt at a space in the student designated parking lot. The car was more suitable for a teenage boy, a popular one, a football jock. At least, that’s what Joseph had said regarding the car.
I exhaled feeling the earpiece in my ear. Not far from where I sat, a few buses were parked in a straight line. Kids were pouring from out of the yellow metal bodies. The buses looked strange, but I remembered their purpose — a method of transportation for a large group of people.
I recalled the awkwardness of entering a new place, the first time training with Joseph, then registering for school t
