An hour a week of unpaid labor, which the school district claimed would provide much-needed aid, increase student sensitivity, and build bridges between youth and community, a program instituted over the objections of the horrified, Hun-packed student council.
She was jerked out of her reverie by the sharp scent of disinfectant, then remembered why her feet had led her there: Community Service. Though the Huns ruled Cliffside High's social life and student government, Danielle dreamed of more: ruling the Huns. They'd be the envy of all the Huns-the name proudly worn by those students living in exclusive Hundred Palm Estates. Together, they'd be shoe-ins for Prom King and Queen. He needed someone in the passenger seat of the new BMW his parents had just bought him. He'd had all summer to forget about Charity Chase. They were both seniors now, both tall, blond, beautiful, and rich-fabulously rich in his case. Passing the Cliffside, California, Public Library, she inventoried her image in its windows. She rang for her stop, gathered her things, and ran the gauntlet of stares toward the rear. Through this world, she knew well, she would waltz unscathed. This, thank God, was the real world, where the sharp and unscrupulous got a seat on the bus. She lowered the book and looked around with relief.
Like me, she mused, but with a difference: THEY usually paid for their sins by being stalked, sliced, or sautéed in the end. She'd come across characters like this, in books like this, plenty of times. To sell any of his weird creations.ĭanielle smirked. Cross-eyed, she flipped through the pages to her place. Danielle rolled her eyes, unzipped her pack, pulled out PROM NIGHT MASSACRE, and opened it in front of her face. She felt poison-tipped glances thrust at her by her neighbors. Last to board, the blind woman halted directly before her and groped for a handhold. She grabbed it, pretending not to notice the parade of the old and infirm shuffling past. She also saw that it was the last seat left. She saw the sign above the seat reserving it for senior citizens. Mixing body mechanics and brazen gall, she edged past a bent-backed, blind woman and her dog, then two tottering veterans of San Juan Hill, then a mother with triplets, and squeezed onto the bus.
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