After backing up, he bolted through the door only to see the guard of Everett reading a newspaper to look at him. "I'm in a hurry to get to class, my counselor held me up."
"Do you have a pass?" the light weight guard said.
Brice pulled a KFC receipt from the night before, waving in the air and took up running a flight of stairs. The guard followed him and halted when a voice came over the walkie-talkie describing him.
The Everett guard explained, "The kid had a pass to return to class."
He had it made, taking a day off. His mother and father wouldn't find out. He avoided skipping at the McDonalds on Joy Road where the gangs claimed the turf or even the library up the street where a librarian would question him. He continued down the hallway, peeking in the classrooms. Yasmine Shawn's girlfriend recited her Spanish to Senor Gramp, the guy was a million years old. She held her hand up, signaling him to wait for her. He ducked from the window. Two minutes later, Yasmine appeared, hugging him in the hallway.
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