Don't Go To SchoolAn angry female voice rang out from the crowd on the far side of the cafeteria. Die, scum!Aaron groaned and slumped down lower at the Formica table. His blond hair flopped in his eyes. Im not going to finish lunch
A black-haired boy with stubby black wings skidded to a halt in front of him, silver earrings glinting in the florescent lights. Aaron! Shes at it again!I know. Eye to eye with his milk carton, Aaron studied the expiration date. 8/27. Wasnt it September?You know?! The boy raced around the table and yanked Aaron up by the hood of his jacket. Then go stop her!Aaron tugged his jacket back down. You do it, Lance.Lance dragged his black-nailed fingers through his hair. A moan slipped through his lips. Were going to get kicked out of here.Aaron straightened his jacket. At least shes not--A string of profanity lashed through the air.