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“How’s school going?” Henry asked three weeks later.
Makayla looked up from the bowl of soup she was playing with and shrugged. “Okay, I guess,” she mumbled, taking a bite of the creamy tomato concoction.
“That’s good, I guess,” he muttered. “Do you have any homework?”
She shook her head. She did, but it wasn’t anything important. The last three weeks had been… difficult. She had returned to the guidance counselor’s office twice more in the hopes of changing her classes. The only good news she had was starting in the Spring semester, she would be taking the German class she wanted at the college. The bad thing was that she was still stuck in Creative Writing and Gym until then.
“Did you get that part for the Defiance that you were wanting?” she asked, breaking her grilled cheese sa
