Chapter Three

The class went deathly silent, every eye was trained on the crazy boy behind Tess. Nobody seemed more surprised at the outburst than the new kid himself. The class turned in unison to the teacher.

Mr. Carpenter was red from his neck to his hairline. He swallowed with emphasized effort and stared with such intensity that Tess half expected the boy to burst into flames.

“Do you have something to add to this conversation?” Mr. Carpenter asked, his voice strained. The boy shook his head and took a sudden shamed interest in his desk. Mr. Carpenter bent over to his desk and checked something.

“Mr. Fogg, is it? I was going to say that you wouldn't have to know about this ‘til probably Algebra 2, or even 3, but why don't you...

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