I spied a familiar vehicle and shot across the street.
The dark window opened to reveal Orm.
“Checking up on me?” I asked.
“You didn’t even try to hide.”
“You shouldn’t be whisking across the road like that. How are you doing?”
“I’d like a nap, but fine. I only wanted to kill one person, and I think I made a quasi-friend. He wants me to help him with European History.”
“A boy? Your mother—”
“Yeah, yeah.” I pounded on the roof. “Okay, I’ve got to get back to school. You go do whatever it is you do when I’m gone.”
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