"I did," a workmen shouted who was using a dolly to carry out the old refrigerator.
"Keep this door close," Brice yelled as the workmen rolled passed him.
"When I'm done. I will close it."
Same old crap, Brice thought. He would request something and fools tell him what they were going to do.One of the ninth graders went back tossing the balls. "Do about two laps and practice your shots." Brice told them. "I should be back by then."
Brice checked the office for Qadira and Dwayne. They were in there all snuggled up together. "Why are you letting a workmen leave the door open like that to allow the rats in?"
"Mr. Frankel, calm down," Dwayne said, letting go of Qadira's arm. "The guy is going to be quick about it."
"No, what you should've done is waited by the door until he was done with it," Brice said. He wasn't being paranoid, he stringed eight blocks of bait around the fencing of the building.
"Alright," Dwayne said putting his hands up. "I'll go do it now."
"I'll go too," Qadira said.
"What the heck I need two people at the door?" Brice asked.
"Come on, Mr. Frankel what upset you," Qadira asked.
"Life and all the mess that come with it," Brice said storming back out the office bumping into Khalilah. "Why are you in my rec center."
"I'm here to see Qadira," said Khalilah.
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