~53~ A late lunch with Someone's Sister is so not cool.

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"Like cheerleaders. Can't people just cheer on their own? Like to themselves?" ~ Angela Chase MSCL

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I skate to school early today as is my habit of late, so as to get to May first in the morning. Sliding down the slick tile hallway on my skateboard to the end of the H hall where May's locker is at. But no May today? So I keep rolling on to my next spot next to the homeroom locker wall and post up to await my fate.

My next slight surprise comes when Butchy's translator Boomer rolls past and gives me a chin check on the way in. So I chin check him back, cause apparently, we are now "the enemy of my enemy" friends now? Especially, after the last round of fun in Study Buddies with Butcher and the underwear swimming Sharks.   

By the first warning bell, May still has not made her regularly scheduled morning appearance. It's not a huge shock, as May has missed homeroom before on more than one occasion for a variety of reasons.

Maybe she just late again because of another last-minute wardrobe malfunction with Someone's Sister? Or maybe she caught a cold last night and just decided to take the day off and stay home? Or did she fall and get hurt again? Or worse a car accident on the way to school? This last dread thought sends a shiver up my spine.

After homeroom I check May's Numbers learning class to no avail. But I do run into Butchy and the boys headbanging in for Trainspotting time with substitute Coach O'Something. So after I knuckle bump the monster good morning, I ask him if he will keep an eye out for May if she shows. Butchy merely grunts at me with his usual unhappy morning monster scowl and we part ways until the second period with Or'sir. 

In English Or'sir finally, decides to some actual teaching. Taking a page from His Story Striker, he shoves in a DVD of not new cool Romeo and Juliette, but the weird old one with all the boobs. The only upside of this is that Butchy might actually pay attention after I tell him about the morning after scene.

By the middle of the movie, I decide to opt-out of another stupid teen suicide pact and flash my Gigolo pass. I take a chance and cruise over to May's history class with Striker ...but alas no May. I take a cue from Striker and leave May a short droning voicemail. Just on the off chance she'll hear my ringtone and call me back. But no such luck is to be had.  

By P.E. pool time with the ever absent Brad Weston, lifeguard-at-large, who is now apparently large and in charge of Gym class. Oddly enough Brad is not so bad at teachering up the young men of tomorrow. With his usual lackadaisical lack of care and concern, Brad just flip-flops around like he is walking the old bikini rotunda at the plunge.

Upside Brad doesn't really seem to care one way or another when anyone rolls in or out of class. Half the time he doesn't even ask the freshmeat why they were late. So we are all pretty sure that Brad might not even know he's allowed to write detentions before noon. To Brad's chillax credit he just smiles and nods along a lot when anybody has an excuse to leave early. Spork has pulled his fake groin injury card about every other day so far.

By the end of my time in the water, I know that my fears are getting the best of me. With a sudden chill I know I need to deal directly with possibly the second-worst person I know in Hell so far ...April's Fool.

After our last bad day run-in on Slapstick day outside the library, I am really not looking forward to having to try to be nice again. So I roll out of Gym early, expecting to eat alone for the first time since I started school. Out of habit, I head to my grim spot on Devil May Care Island, where I am surprised to see I have a familiar and unwanted guest for lunch.

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