I met up with Noah at our lockers on our break and switched books before finding somewhere to eat our snacks that Mom had packed us. After the fifteen minute break, Noah and I went our separate ways again. I had calculus with the twins.
There was no anxiety when it came to this class. Besides having the twins with me, I also already knew the math teacher, Mr. Petrus. He was the same old man from last semester. A former foster kid himself and an avid watcher of our home games. I gave him a smile as I walked in and found the twins at our old table.
"How's your day going?" Dave asked as I sat down.
I shrugged. "Okay. I have Sean and Mitchell in my Spanish III class so I know someone in every class."
"We don't have that problem." Dave laughed.
I frowned. "Why do you and Kyle have every class together when I'm not allowed to share every class with Noah?"
