Re: Ctrl+V
“Pssssst, Linc,”
“What,” I say. My best friend Eric has a habit of whispering to me at the most inopportune times. For example, here we are taking a major geometry test in Old Man Burns’s class, and he’s whispering to me.
“We’re still on for tonight, right?” he questions.
“Yeah … now shut up before Burns hears,” I reply.
Sometimes I just don’t know about Eric. He’s so weird, but, then again, everyone here is weird. Look at Old Man Burns sitting at his desk flipping through the newest National Geographic. Who’d ever guess that he does what he does. Not that he knows that I know. When I took that dare to follow him to his home so I could T.P. it, I never thought I’d find what I found.