John sauntered lazily towards his new high school, making his parents
wait as long as possible in their stupid H-cell car. He hoped that he was
pissing them off. Their idea to send him to this hi-tech educational prison,
their idea to wait out front until he synced on the school grounds,
both because they didn’t trust him. So screw them.
He glanced back over his shoulder, saw their fake big smiles and waving
arms, waving him on. Shit, how humiliating.
Ahead at the main entrance, the view held more promise. Two perfect
girls, lush hair, blemishless skin, full lips, sculpted curves.