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telling the truth without giving up too much info.
    â€œWell, you’re not only in the wrong school; you’re in the wrong class,” she says, referring to our fifth period drama class, which is actually my favorite class of the day despite how I feel at the moment. Our teacher, Mrs. Sinclair, is pretty cool. She’s so wound up in her personal life she doesn’t bother us too much about assignments. As long as we look busy, she leaves us alone. The only time she gets serious is when we have a show to put on. Other than that, drama class is like a free period. Chance and I usually kick it, but he’s not here today. I wonder if he’s with Jeremy.
    â€œAlia, have you seen Chance today?” I ask, knowing she’d know. She’s secretly had a crush on him since last year. But, she’s definitely not his type. He’s not into punk girls, although I think they’d make an adorable couple.
    â€œI saw him earlier, but he hasn’t made an appearance in class yet. Want to check the theater?” she asks.
    â€œNo, that’s okay.” The one thing about South Bay is it’s got hella money. Not only does this school have a full drama program, including a stage crew class and five drama classes, it also has a state-of-the-art theater, boys’ and girls’ dressing rooms, and the rehearsal room, which we use as a classroom. Most of the students kick it in the theater, but even the drama clique has subdivisions.
    The drama stars, who think they’re the only talented ones, hang out on stage, practicing monologues for auditions or just playing around. The wannabes hang out in the audience, watching the stars to learn a thing or two, I suppose. And then there are the talented ones, who hang in the classroom and just chill until we have to work. This last subdivision includes Matt, Chance, Alia, Leslie, Seth, and myself. We’re usually chosen to perform in short skits and plays. The stars are always the leads in the musical productions, mostly because their parents are the financial sponsors for the drama program.
    â€œHey, Miss Jayd,” Matt says, strolling into the room accompanied by Leslie and Seth, all tardy as usual.
    â€œIt’s a good thing Mrs. Sinclair doesn’t take roll,” Alia says as she gets up to give them each a hug.
    â€œNow, you know she’s way too busy deciding between her old husband and the new one to be bothered with us,” Leslie responds. Mrs. Sinclair and her husband, Mr. Sinclair, the senior economics teacher, have been the most popular teachers’ couple for years, or so I’ve heard. But lately Mrs. Sinclair has been coming to school driving a fancy little Porsche, which doesn’t belong to her or her husband. She’s also showing a little baby bump, and we all know Mr. Sinclair ain’t the baby daddy: she slipped and told the entire class he had a vasectomy last year and she was upset about it. I guess she found a way to get over it.
    â€œHey, have y’all seen Chance?” I ask as Matt and Seth each take a seat in the empty row of desks in front of mine.
    â€œActually, Chance called me a few minutes ago and told me he wouldn’t be here; he had something to handle,” Matt says, reclining back in his seat for his afternoon nap.
    â€œWhy are you so worried about Chance? I thought you and Jeremy were kicking it pretty hot and heavy these days,” Seth says, looking at me with a silly grin. He can be so annoying sometimes, like the White little brother I never wanted.
    â€œShut up, Seth. I haven’t seen him all day and needed to talk to him about something.” I would try him on his cell, but our cells rarely get a signal down here in the dungeon. This is the last classroom on the west side of the campus and is right off Pacific Coast Highway. We call it the dungeon not only because of its location, but also because it’s the only classroom that has no intercom speakers,