TyManning the senior class’s Ask Me a Question Booth at the mall was sort of fun and fed my sense of self-worth. Face it, I’m a brain, at least at this school. Next year when I get to college I’d likely sink to the bottom, but I could probably end up valedictorian at Kingsley High if I wanted.
Anyway, the booth is our class’s project to help kids who aren’t brains. The mall provides a free booth, and some of us manned the thing after school on the theory that sooner or later every student in Kingsley High passes through here. It was my turn this Friday afternoon to offer assistance to any who needed help. Tutoring in the marketplace, I guess you could say.
I caught a break about six-thirty when most of the kids were home eating, lucky dogs, and had just leaned back in my folding chair to
