School has started up again, and I’m in 8th grade I will probably be bored out of my mind, but then again the social studies and history classes wil... be an eye-opener for me, I’m gonna have to pay attention in those classes for changes to this Earth’s timeline. I was given Algebra, should be easy enough, English was a composition class for 8th graders. I apparently wound up in a tech elective which is great, and of course gym class.In homeroom, there was a new student introduced by the teacher. She can see how much we love each other, and she can tell it goes beyond simple father-daughter affection. And based on what had just happened, I couldn’t tell her she was wrong.”“What happened?”“When we were…” his voice trailed off.“Fucking?” offered Santana.“Yes,” said Darius. “I thought it was going to be lovemaking. But no. This was just sex.”Santana was surprised at that. But she stayed silent.Darius continued, “Anyway, when we were doing it, she kinda liked it rough. That’s not really me.. She was met at the gate by the sexton who handed her an envelope and then he left, locking the gate behind him and giving her the key. He pointed across to the town, ‘You can drop the key off at the Quiky Mart, ‘cross the way. Oh, I’m sorry, go to the top of the ridge, along those old cedar trees, he’s there in that row. Nice place.’ She stood before his tombstone, kicked dirt on it and cursed. She held her hand to her forehead and fought back tears then she tore open the envelope. My dearest. "It's damn weird and I did NOT - ok, NOT, negative, no how, no way - did not watch anything, but football at John's house." Define football." West cackled. "Some of those boys play odd games." Fuck you!" Dave and I said at the same time."And you don't care that everyone knows you are being used like that?" Alverez continued.To my surprise, they all protested. Dave was loudest, but West was better at controlling conversations."Ok, Carl, I realize that you're concerned about what your brother.