I'm in shock.
Absolute shock.
I was in shock yesterday when Jason carried my stuff to class, but today's shock takes the proverbial cake. Even if you shake me or slap me at the back of the head, I don't think I can fully register what or who is in front of me.
God has some serious explaining to do because this week is turning into a bundle of surprises.
''We have a new student,'' Mr Franklin says monotonously, gesturing towards the person standing next to him. Student? ''Everyone, this is Theodore Clayton, a new senior at our school. He just moved to Bridgewood and he's a transfer from Beepskate High over at South Carolina.'' Theodore Clayton?
My shock turns to full on amusement and I barely contain my laughter at the mention of the name Theodore Clayton. Is this supposed to be a sick joke because if it is, it's not funny. Paris turns to give me a questioning look but I shrug absent-mindedly, my focus being on this new 'student'.
