“ The Colonel and I make our way to his glorified broom closet of an office and step inside. The school is already pressed for space, and I guess that guidance counselors aren’t very high up on the food chain. I sink down into a worn out chair that stands in front of Sanders’ desk. He plops down opposite me with a heavy sigh. “So, what was it this time?” he asks. “What was what?” “Did that kid owe you money or something?” he asks, “Bum a smoke without getting you back? What?” “Nothing like that...,” I say, “You know I’m not that petty, Sanders.” “It’s not a gang thing, is it?” he goes on, “The last thing I need is for you to cave in and join up with a gang. You’re so close to being out of here, Trace. Don’t blow it now.” “Relax,” I tell him, “It’s not a gang thing. Not even close. You know I’m not going to do anything that stupid. As soon as this year is over, I am out. I’m not going to fuck up my chances of getting away scott free.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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