8:14 A.M.
Costs Accrued: $148.54
Trixie followed JP along the sidewalk as Sondheim Middle School came into view. Maybe it was just that she hadn’t been to a middle school since her own tween years, or maybe the sounds of laughing kids coming to greeter, but something about the building just felt small and quaint. The main building stretched from one end of the block to another, like a massive hot dog made out of brown bricks, and sprinkled with polished windows. As the pair trotted near the chain-link fence, she spotted the usual niceties -- the asphalt track, the grassy field, and no shortage of portables in the distance. Even though they approached from the building’s backside, the flagpole at the front of the school stood high enough to peek past the roof -- and with it, the American and school flags flapping in tandem.
“So we’re clear on your schedule, then?” JP asked, hands in his pockets as he strode in the lead. “Just follow my lead for the first bit. Then when I give you the signal, you head back to my house and help my dad with his work. Once lunchtime rolls around, you head back here; I’ll be waiting at…” He pointed behind one of the portables, the one closest to the parking lot. “That spot. Meet me back there, and play along with me. Got all that, Tex?” He cocked his head back at her, refusing to give her the blessing of his full attention. “Or do you need me to write it all down?”
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