Chapter 17
I sit with Bobby and some of his friends during lunch, and it’s all pretty comfortable. They only ask me a few questions and nothing personal, almost as if they can tell they wouldn’t get any answers anyway.
“What’s your next class?” Scott, a short, stocky guy, asks.
“Health,” I answer.
“That’s an easy class. You don’t even really have to do anything, just show up,” Bobby tells me.
“From what I can tell, none of my classes are going to be tough,” I say. “You won’t hear me complaining.”
“Same here,” Scott says. “It’s a good thing because, between football, my job, and my girl, I don’t have time for classes.” Everyone laughs. Scott is easy to be around and talks constantly, which is great because it keeps me from having to.
The bell rings, and everyone begins to gather thei
