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sure I will,” I assured him. He handed me the packet and I glanced at the heading. It was from the school where Alex was going to go to and where I was going to teach.
“Okay, flip a few pages to page four,” he said and I did as he told me. When I got to the page, I noticed a schedule of his classes.
“Okay...” I still didn’t get what he was trying to tell me .
“Look down at first period on ‘A’ and ‘B’ days.”
I scanned the list quickly and when I reached first period, I had to do a double check. My eyes wide, I looked up at Alex who smiled widely.
“Told you that you wouldn’t believe it,” he said smugly.
“There is no way-” I started .
“That you could be my art teacher?” he finished for me. “I think there is a way because it is legit.”
“Well, you better be good in my class,” I warned him. “That means no endless flirting with girls, okay?”
“You wish sis,” he laughed.
“That’s Ms. Barnes to you, now,” I commanded.
“Whatever. Good one,” he shouted over his shoulder as he walked out of the room. “Good one, sis.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 8-August 28, 2001 (Claire)
    “Where is he?” I groaned, glancing at my watch for the fifth time. It was already 11:30 and I was starting to get annoyed. Sighing gruffly, I picked up a few boxes and tried to balance them on top of one another.
“I’m sure he’ll be here soon. He’s probably running late from his job.” Mrs. Trinity opened the door for me and smiled.
“I’m sure,” I said as I rolled my eyes. She laughed and held the door open for my brother. He was struggling under four boxes, probably all filled with my crap.
“ Ungh ,” he grunted and shifted his weight.
“Why are you carrying that many boxes?” I asked, smothering my laughter. Alex peered around the tower and glowered at me.
“Just in case,” he said and went back into hiding.
“In case of what?” I slid into the elevator with him right behind me. Mrs. Trinity was helping bring in the other boxes one by one. The doors closed and Alex set the boxes down with another grunt.
“In case of girls,” he gasped and tried to catch his breath. I gave him a nudge with my boxes and smiled. He glanced up at me and let out a laugh. “You think I’m stupid, don’t you?”
“Nope,” I laughed at the expression of doubt he gave me. “Just desperate.”
“ Well, that makes me feel so much better about myself. Thanks,” he said sarchastically as the elevator doors opened again. He picked up the boxes again and sighed under the weight.
“Oh, Alex.” I shook my head and laughed.
We made it too the room and set the boxes down in the living room. I had to pull Alex out of there before he could wander off to do some exploring.
“Later,” I promised as I dragged him out into the hallway again.
“Where are you going?” he called out as I headed for the stairway.
“I need exercise,” I told him and continued my way. Soon enough, I heard his footsteps descending the stairs right behind me.
When we reached the bottom, only seven boxes were left. I shot a strange look at Alex who volleyed in back.
“Mrs. Trinity?” My voice echoed in the empty lobby. Mrs. Trinity came outside of her little room and smiled.
“ Mikey is here,” she sang and smiled her toothy smile at us.
“How did he get all of those boxes up there so fast?” Alex inquired, amazed.
“ he took a cart,” she explained as if it was obvious. She gestured to a rolling cart situated by the elevators. I smacked my hand against my forehead and looked at Alex.
“Why didn’t we think of that?” I asked him. He shrugged and grabbed the cart.
“We should fill this,” he commented. I nodded and together, we stacked all of the boxes on the cart.
As we finished, Alex drug it over to the elevator. He pressed the button and soon the elevator reached the bottom floor again. We drug the cart in and I