As the history lesson dragged on Emmit thought he might die of boredom. Thankfully, the bell rang.
“Never thought that would end,” he sighed, exiting the classroom. “I’m gonna go right home.” Emil jogged to keep the pace.
“I’ll give you those chemistry notes from yesterday. Hopefully they can help you study.”
“Don’t worry about it. Honestly my grades are so up in the air, I’ll never pass.
"Hey!” Emil said encouragingly. “Never say never!”
“I’m telling you here and now, I’m not gonna pass. It’s not even worth at this point.”
“I’m won’t let you fail. Why you ask? Excellent question! Because I know you, and I know that you’ll just get upset and fall down a depression hole and just beat yourself up.”
“Your help’s never worked before so it probably won’t work now. I not gonna graduate, and I’m okay with that. I might manage to run a business or something, like my uncle Elijah. He bounced around the system as a kid, y'know? He’s gotten into trouble and made some bad choices. And yeah sure, our family did dessert him, but he’s doing okay for himself.”
“Are you sure you want to end up like him, Emmit? Two kids he’ll never be able to take care of? Child support he’s never gonna pay?” Emmit’s face quickly flushed bright red with anger.
“I’ll make a life for myself, okay! It’s obvious that everything that you ever needed has been there for you! You get to cry and wipe your tears on imported silk! You know I’ll never know what’s that’s like! Did you know the principal was gonna revoke my scholarship? My grades’re too low, what could I say except beg him to let me stay here. Otherwise it’s goodbye Edward Prep, hello random public school. I told myself I’d never go back, it’s terrible there. The biggest problem you can tell me about your life is having woolen sweaters and not a cashmere one, or your personal driver being late. Meanwhile I lie awake at night wondering if my mom can pay rent and get groceries. Do you know how it feels to get hurt on the playground and Mommy has to explain that no, you can’t get stitches, we can’t afford insurance Does that ring a bell? No, it doesn’t!”
“Emmit I’m sorry okay I just -”
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