Chapter Two
Tobias received an early dismissal courtesy of Principle Cartwright. He watched with tight lips and a scowl as the man signed his blue hallway pass. To him, the signature was a ridicolous creation he could show up in his sleep. He wondered if Principle Cartwright had been the type of loser in school the cool kids rejected, the pushover boys like Tobias would deprive of lunch money. Being the administrator of a middle school was his way of avenging the blows his self esteem had taken for many a year no doubt. Tobias could see it now. Roy Cartwright: front center seat in all his classes, wearing creased pants held in place with suspenders passed down since Mayflower and the pilgrims, flaunting glasses thicker than their math textbook and braces--no, a head brace--that made him look like a guest from the Planet Mars. He probably still despised Tobias's type. The nonchalant troublemakers who didn't show an ounce of promise toward society and yet still managed to win the accolades of their peers.
"I hope you learn from this," said Mr. Cartwright, nudging his glasses up the slope of his nose as he handed the hallway pass over. "You know what I think? I think you simply need to get involved. Whether in a sport, a club, or even band. Something to keep you occupied."
Tobias took the pass, resisting the urge to snatch it, and nodded, though he knew he wouldn't take the advice. He was too high maintenance for sports. He fretted over his hair in front of the bathroom mirrors between classes,
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