I looked at my clock and realized I was about ten minutes late for math class. ‘Oh Fuck!’ I shout. I quickly put on some clothes completely forge...ting about my ass, brushed my teeth real fast, got my books and ran out. ‘Sorry Quinn!’ I say out loud. I arrived in my class, Mr. Howard was already teaching the new lesson. Mr. Howard spotted me and smiled, I waved back and searched for Jamal in a different spot near the back of the class. Luckily, the seat next to him was opened. He noticed me. ‘Too well. Now I’ll never get back to sleep tonight.’ She heated up some casserole and a few ham biscuits for their dinner. Afterward, they both had a slice of strawberry pie, and Luke moaned his appreciation when he took the first bite. ‘You need to keep this away from me,’ he told Doreen. ‘I’m liable to eat it all.’ Later that night, she sat with him in the front room. He lounged in his recliner while she stretched out on the sofa, feeling like a kid again, drowsy and safe. Luke asked her if. "Mum always spoke Danish to me and we visited my grandparents frequently, so it wasn't too hard to learn when we got here." That answer was not truthful. He had actually struggled. These were bad memories he wanted to suppress; his new Danish class mates had been a bunch of unruly brats and merciless in their teasing, but it was long ago now.Marie pulled herself together. "Any other languages?" she asked. "The company is keen on having multi-lingual staff at branches this close to the major. .. hmmm," he replied."And don't you think they'll target the one with the big mouth?" Uh-uh," he said with a smile. "They're gonna think twice about focusing on a poor token colored player like me. They hardly even saw me when we were going past them. Besides, we all look alike to crackers like those guys. But you..." He grinned, and nodded at me with satisfaction. "You, they'll recognize. And focus." Focus," I repeated disgustedly. "What a pal. Just what I need, a little focus." You're.