10
BEING THE NORM
It was early when we arrived. The sunlight was cascading down the corners of the building, beating off the school exterior and its old brittle Romanesque design. Joseph drove his expensive, light blue Mercedes SUV into the staff parking lot and found a space that read principal parking. He smiled pulling into the space and turned off the engine, grabbing for the computer tablet on the side of the console.
“Nice,” he whispered. You’d think he never got front row parking.
I sat on the passenger seat staring over at the building as he logged in to the tablet. The backpack laid at my feet, and I was dressed in the attire of a teenage boy who ready to engage with a crowd of his peers. However, I was far readier to engage with the disturbance that had sent us here. Feeling
