When his last class finished, Brice directed himself to the Everett Building counseling office. The counseling staff hated Jason for no money for field trips to colleges, not providing a fund for students to pay college application fees, and so much more. Jason dealt with them by providing limited space and the furthest place from his office. Crammed desks had stacked of folders marked with students’ names and identification numbers.
Five calendars had been throughout the room, all with application deadline dates for University of Michigan and Michigan State University. Both sides of the wall had Applications for Federal Aid stacked in mounted binds on the wall. Hanging on the back wall was a UNCF poster, the slogan A Mind Is a Terrible Thing to Waste was written under a burning torch.
“Hello, Mr. Frankel,” Tammi said. She was a perky young student teacher who had decided to assist the counseling staff. Her eyes were wide and alert like a tiger cub. She giggled after she finished her sentence. “Need some help?” She goosed her neck out to him.
“No, I was looking for Shawn,” Brice spoke up louder. He lowered himself to meet her eyes as he balanced himself with his knuckles on her steel desk.
“It’s a good thing you did yesterday getting involve.” She picked up a pen and rolled it with her fingertips and thumb.
“Yeah,” Brice said. "Anyone could step in but no one would."
“Don’t worry about the threats of retaliation,” she tapped his wrist. “They got the target.”
“How it’s going down here?” Brice sighed raising back up. Tammi's statements were stupid and heartless. It was kids shooting each other and they weren't on the battlefields of Lebanon or Grenada.
One Death At A Time novel blog: http://wwsone.weebly.com/
One Death At A Time novel Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/One-Death-At-A-Time/757986894232119