The Oracle signed me into a local school. That ought to be fun. I started the next day. I noticed that I had a lot of the same classes as Dexter. I shared two with Kenny and Jessie and only one class with Mira. Ares I only saw during lunch, which is fine by all means. When lunch came around the next day, everyone was sitting around a newspaper. I asked, "The school paper?" They nodded. Kenny said, "I can't believe we're losing these teachers, man. They're the good ones, and a few of them are coaches." Mira intervened, "Forget that! Look, they might actually shut down the cheerleaders squad."
At this, we stared at her. She folded her arms, "Oh C'mon! You all know that Brianna Wakeman keeps harassing me because of what I wear. I can only imagine the look on her face when-" she was interrupted. "WHAT?!?!" Everyone stopped and looked over to the red headed cheerleader clutching the school paper like she was trying to strangle it. She slammed the paper down and stormed out of the room, anger was rolling off her like steam off of hot metal.
Mira said, with a smirk, "Never mind." Ares was sitting on the opposite end of Dexter and I, and he was the first to laugh. The other people started laughing and talking when he did. Jessie was eerily quiet. She hadn't looked up from the page it was opened to, even when Brianna stormed out. Her hair was hiding her face. She got up quietly and left.
Dexter and I were the only ones who noticed. We looked at each other, and then at the paper. There was a small article that mentioned somebody who was being given the death sentence. Apparently the first death sentence in fifty years in that county. I couldn't tell how far away the town was. There was a picture, and......
The man on the picture looked a lot like Jessie.
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