Principal Jason announced first and second class periods would be twenty minutes each.
Brice pushed himself up from the desk and then he moseyed to his classroom door. Students came down the hallway. The hall lights were mounted side by side on the ceiling. One side of the lights flickered.
Teachers', who had propped their doors open were absent from their posts. Brice noticed the paint chipping from the walls and Tattle Tale gangs sign on lockers. The building needed remodeling to rid it of the gangs' graffiti and what Arcadio did to Shawn.
“Let’s hurry up, we've got a shortened class,” Brice clapped his hands together. Maybe he could teach a lesson on word problems. He paced to the center of the hallway.
“Mr. Frankel,” a student said, jumping up smacking the light fixtures. “There’s no quiz today?”
“Don’t tear the light down!” Brice said. “Come here, I’m brown chocolate and sweet.” He called the student by the words on his t-shirt. Mario loved learning and the young ladies adored him tutoring them.
“I knocked it back on, Mr. Frankel,” he said, tugging his t-shirt.
“Where did you get a t-shirt with a phrase like that?” Brice asked.
“My ladies bought it.”
“No quiz,” Brice said. “You have another day to study.”
“Yes, I knew it.”
More students came around the corner, snacking on Better Made chips and dill pickles. They maneuvered around the back of Brice, leaving a vinegar scent. The odor killed the air, leaving him gagging.
"Finish that food up or throw it away," Brice said. “Wait, which class are you going to, Mario?” Brice laid his hand on his shoulder. The kid may use this as a chance to skip. He had a solid A.
“Art,” Mario said, trotting across the hall while the bell rang.
“Mario, are you coming to fifth hour?”
“Yes, I am, Mr. Frankel.”
Brice closed his door, Qadira’s palm banged on it.
“Why are you late?” Brice asked.
“The weapon's sweep,” Qadira said.
“That’s no excuse.”
“What color are your eyes, Mr. Frankel?”
"Don't try to play me; you're tardy," Brice said, swinging the door open. "Get in."
Qadira hurried in, sliding in her seat. “Are we taking a quiz today?”
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