Pokeking
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“What!?”
That word was a smorgasbord of emotions as he blurted it out to his parents. Joshua Ryota Nakayama was full of confusion, disbelief, despair, and anger. To hide himself, he ran to his room and closed the door behind him. His heart thumped quickly and loudly as his mind was in danger of tearing itself apart. Just a few months more. Why couldn’t this have happened in the Spring? If at all? I could have gotten my jersey and my helmet for playing all four years. Maybe even a state championship patch?
Josh took his letterman jacket out of his closet and desperately clutched it. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. His body was shaking. The season had just begun, only three games in, when his mom Mariko, known by some as Mary, told the family that she had been appointed to replace the local judge in the town of Sutter in Magin County who was retiring after 50 years on the bench. She had spoken with her husband Tomokazu, known by some as Tom, about it earlier in the day. She told her husband that she decided to accept. Josh was just now learning about this. He knew of Sutter, a small college town, but had only been there once. That had been ten years ago when he and his parents had spent the weekend for the annual fall festival and pumpkin parade in October. As a cosmic joke on him, Tauber University was on his short list of colleges to attend next year.
Josh’s letterman jacket was purple with black sleeves. Patches identified that he was a high school athlete of the football kind. The wrists were purple with a black band and bands of white on either side of the black band. This same pattern was around the waistband and the collar. His last name was written in script font on the back. On the left breast of the jacket was the letter I. On the right breast was the name of Ryota, his middle name.
Josh thought that maybe he could live with his best buddy Brett McPherson until graduation time, but his parents were adamant that they were a family. Staying behind was not an option. Maybe a week or two or even a month. Almost eight months? Not a chance. Thus began the last month.
On the following Monday, Josh was at school earlier on a singular mission. His heart threatened to eject itself from his chest. He felt like he had failed the team. I’m just being a baka but say that to my feelings. He entered through the front doors and made a sharp left to the athletic department where the coaches had their offices. Was Mr. Bradburn in? He was and Josh knocked. His coach motioned with a hand, “Come in Mr. Nakayama.”
Mr. James Bradburn looked up and saw his star running back come in. “What can I do for you? What’s wrong?” Josh actually bowed. He looked in the man’s eyes and said, “With regret, I need to resign my position on the team.” Josh resigning was not something that the man was expecting. The man studied his athlete’s demeanor and asked what had happened. “My mom got a new job and we’re moving.”
The news spread like wildfire and by lunchtime, Josh moving away had become a hot topic. Emergency tryouts were held to fill the vacancy on the varsity team. He thought it’d be inappropriate for him to be counted as a member of the team. Mr. Bradburn wouldn’t hear it, “Until you leave school, you’re a Raven. End of story.” Josh could still wear his jersey on game day, could be in the locker room, and be with the guys during pep rally. He could even suit up but remain on the bench while the new guy took to the field. Maybe play for a bit. He felt awkward but appreciative.
Brett McPherson invited him to dinner at Ristorante della Luna one Saturday evening, an Italian restaurant known for fine dining. The maitre d’ took them past available tables. Huh? They went up the stairs. Huh? They came upon the private dining room. Josh’s jaw dropped the floor and kept going. Dave Dewberry, class clown incarnate, hollered in glee. “You should see the look on your face!” The whole team was there. Brett said as he hugged Josh, “We’re all here to celebrate you, brah.” It was a memorable meal all on Brett’s tab or rather on the tab of Mr. Chet McPherson, his dad, who headed the booster club.
The evening was concluded by Brett singing The Last Goodbye from The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies. Although his singing was impeccable, it was clear that his heart was breaking. Although Josh would only be three hours away by car, he felt like Josh was moving an insurmountable distance away forever. The two young men had been neighbors and the bestest of friends since they were babies. Now, their time living two doors down from one another was coming to an end.
The following Saturday was a more informal meal which was at the Nakayama household. Josh was cooking for Brett, Trevor, and David. Just them at the dinner table having salmon, Brussels sprouts, and risotto. Josh asked David to pray before they ate. The bowed their heads while Dave prayed in Hebrew; he was Jewish. The other three young men, including Josh, were Catholic. Josh gave each a gift bag of oatmeal raisin cookies.
The Saturday before the end, Brett and Josh went out to eat. “Just the two of us this time.” They went to see a movie after that, and they had a sleepover which ended the day. Josh went back home the next morning. Thus began the last week.
It was an ordinary week and Josh acted as if nothing had changed. He would not let anything get in the way of his studies. His school records had been successfully transferred from St. Isidore to Sutter High. There was just one hiccup. Being a public school, his Theology credits had nowhere to go. He could have attended a Catholic high school at the new place, but that would have meant a thirty-minute commute. They weighed their options, and they decided that they couldn’t accommodate the distance. To fill in the space, he had to choose an additional elective. Since he’d be starting after the semester was well underway, there weren’t many options. Ultimately, he went with Psychology. The pep rally at the end of the day was memorable. Many were sorry to see him ago and many held up signs of support. The rally was bittersweet. He got his jersey and his helmet that he feared would be denied him. They were in pristine condition because they were new; they just needed to be displayed. If they won state, he was promised that he would get his patch. Although he wouldn't be playing for Isidore all four years, he had intended to play. Plus, he had actually played this season. That was enough to qualify in the eyes of the school. End of the day. End of this chapter of his life.
The following day, Saturday, they woke up early. Everything was in boxes, and they had slept the night on their traditional Japanese futons. The movers came and began packing everything with welcomed efficiency. They still owned their house on Newton Street, but it would be vacant for now. Although they might sell it one day, they preferred to lease it out for now. The three Nakayamas looked at the locked house and got underway.
Tosan in his white Toyota Sienna, then Mom in her black Lexus, then the moving trucks, lastly Josh in his red Toyota Tundra fondly called Red Tundra. Three hours later, they arrived at their new home in Sutter. The new place was on McCoy Drive and Josh had never seen the house until now. His first impression seeing this single story house with brown brick and black trim was that it looked like a gingerbread house. The street was devoid of activity except for them. There was no one that they could see.
For the rest of that day, with a break for dinner of burgers brought in, they began setting up the house according to their tastes to make it come alive since it had been vacant for three years. The only change during those years was that it has been remodeled. The sale went through cleanly; there was no mortgage. The next day was the same except that dinner was a store lasagna baked in the oven. Josh couldn’t wait until he could start cooking again with what they had gotten at the grocery store. Visiting had somewhat revived the Joshua of old before he was told of the move. Once his parents made the choice to move, they didn't buy as much food. As a result, Josh didn't cook as much as he would have otherwise. The goal was to have fresh and new foodstuffs once they moved into their new home. All fresh foodstuffs did have a certain allure. What was also alluring to him was that, because Sutter was a small town, there lots more stars in the night sky.
Josh smiled as he looked at his room when he had finished setting it up. He had lost his walk-in closet but he had gained five square feet of space in the actual bedroom. He smiled reluctantly because he was still upset about what he had left behind. He didn't want to admit it, but what he saw was awesome. He snapped a picture and sent it to Brett, [Thinking of you. Ready to meet tomorrow.] His buddy replied, [Looks gnarly dude.] Everyone went to bed early.
October 1st, a Monday morning. The phone buzzed and began playing "You’re the Best" by Joe Esposito which he considered his theme song. A few seconds later his watch beeped. Josh woke up and was alone in the house. It was earlier than his usual school wakeup time. He showered and returned to his bedroom unclothed. He had laid out his clothes the night before after going through the dress code meticulously. Having been enrolled in private schools all his life and having only known uniforms for the past ten years ever since St. Martin Elementary decided to have students wear uniform, he was entering uncharted waters. No tees with logos except for Sutter High’s emblem, no flip-flips, nothing that reveals undergarments, no torn clothes, no sagging pants, no pajamas, and so on. Use your common sense. If you think it's inappropriate, it probably is.
After much deliberation, Josh’s chosen attire consisted of a gray polo with two large purple (light and dark) horizontal strips in the middle, blue Wrangler jeans, and casual black sneakers which were very comfortable. First his green trunk briefs with grey waistband, then his selected clothing. Around his neck, he placed his dog tags and slipped them beneath his shirt against his firm hairless chest. The tags weren’t exactly his because they bore the name of Kentaro Ishida, his American-born grandpa. They had been given to him the year before. He took his gel and his comb to fluff up his trademark quiff. He winked at his reflection as he smiled.
After a breakfast consisting of a banana and a glass of his protein powder shake, Josh made his lunch. Water bottle, a mandarin orange. Deftly, he made a chicken sandwich. Sourdough bread, sliced tomato, a spinach/kale mix, pickles, and mozzarella cheese. Those were placed in his lunch kit. After making sure he was ready, and locking the house, he got in Red Tundra. Fondly thinking of Brett, he selected his buddy’s playlist which consisted of songs from the 60s and 70s such as those from Creedence Clearwater Revival, Bee Gees, Steppenwolf and Yes mixed with songs Broadway and Opera.
The campus is larger than Isidore’s. Makes sense since it has a larger student body. Josh parked in the area that he was told to. If anyone was nearby, they could hear People Are Strange by the Doors. He hadn’t gotten his student packet yet and this was one of the reasons why he showed up early. He got out and made a beeline towards the front entrance. Their eyes are already on me. Students either looked at the truck and the decals on the rear window with prolonged focus on the football emblem or they looked at him. Many back home considered him to be attractive. Many back home expected him to start singing and moving his body as though he was a member of Nova Dream which was his favorite Japanese boy band. I'm not Yutaro Takeda. Don't ask me to sing. Your ears will regret it. He already knew he was out of place. Looks like no one has a face like mine. The student body was a reflection of the town's population. Very few Asians. Hearing some of the voices, he smiled. At least, I won’t sound unfamiliar. I sound like I do belong here. Josh had a definite Texas twang to his voice; it was clear that he was Texan born and raised. Speaking Japanese with a voice like that would get a few chuckles from his cousin Daisuke Kojima, and his cousin's buddies if they were over, when they got the opportunity to chat over webcam.
Josh entered the front doors and the Dean of Students, who had an office near the front doors, intercepted him. Those eyes. Those eyes. They burn like fire. They told him that the Dean was amiable but also told him that the Dean was not a person to cross. I'm being looked over to see that I conform to the dress code. Once approved, the Dean directed him to Administration straight down the hall.
There, in Administration, he got his picture taken for his ID card which was to worn in a lanyard around the neck at all times. The only exceptions were during PE and being in the showers. A clerk entered preliminary information to add to his transferred records; the rest would be filled in once he turned his packet in. The bell rang indicating the start of school which unnerved Josh because he wanted to be in class. While the ID was being made with complimentary lanyard, he was directed to the principal’s office for a little chitchat to pass the time.
The clerk’s hand indicated the door of Mr. Robert Milby who was called Bob by faculty and staff. A knock and approval to enter, Josh stepped inside. Robert Milby was a tall man of a medium build. He had sandy brown hair with a receding hairline. He wore glasses with large lenses and a double bridge. Behind him were shelves full of academic books. Affixed to the wall were framed certificates to inform he was very qualified to lead the school and to teach if necessary. Mr. Milby shook Josh's hand and was asked to sit in one of the two chairs. Josh chose the chair on the right.
Mr. Milby spoke with Josh about various topics to get to know the young man while first period was underway. Josh wanted to get to class, but trying to leave would have been disrespectful. Besides, I still need to get my ID. A good amount of time was spent on football once the man found out that it was one of his extracurricular activities. Football being the religion of the small town was no myth here in Sutter. "Great stats here. Unfortunately, our team's doing well including our own running back. Maybe give wrestling a try? They have an opening and tryouts start in a couple of weeks. You got the right type of body for it."
Before Josh could come up with a response and reply, the same clerk from earlier came in to give Josh’s new ID. He tilted his head and voiced his thanks before putting the lanyard around his neck. My photo turned out great. Mr. Milby told him passing over a paper, “Here's your schedule. The guidance counselor suggested that you be paired up with another Senior so your schedule for fall semester is the same as his. Attached is your locker number and combination."
Josh looked at his new schedule before putting it in his green backpack which he had gotten from the army surplus store that his Grandpa Kentaro took him to a few years ago. He then looked at his locker info. Locker #219. Combination 59-81-47. The locker info was secured in his wallet after he memorized it.
Mr. Milby nodded, "Let's get this meeting underway." He tapped on the computer, "Excellent. He's here." He reached out for his intercom microphone and pressed the button to broadcast his summons over the intercom, “Matthew Fletcher. Matthew Fletcher. Matthew Fletcher to Principal Milby’s office. Right now.” The principal smiled with radiating optimism as they waited for Josh's guide.
That word was a smorgasbord of emotions as he blurted it out to his parents. Joshua Ryota Nakayama was full of confusion, disbelief, despair, and anger. To hide himself, he ran to his room and closed the door behind him. His heart thumped quickly and loudly as his mind was in danger of tearing itself apart. Just a few months more. Why couldn’t this have happened in the Spring? If at all? I could have gotten my jersey and my helmet for playing all four years. Maybe even a state championship patch?
Josh took his letterman jacket out of his closet and desperately clutched it. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. His body was shaking. The season had just begun, only three games in, when his mom Mariko, known by some as Mary, told the family that she had been appointed to replace the local judge in the town of Sutter in Magin County who was retiring after 50 years on the bench. She had spoken with her husband Tomokazu, known by some as Tom, about it earlier in the day. She told her husband that she decided to accept. Josh was just now learning about this. He knew of Sutter, a small college town, but had only been there once. That had been ten years ago when he and his parents had spent the weekend for the annual fall festival and pumpkin parade in October. As a cosmic joke on him, Tauber University was on his short list of colleges to attend next year.
Josh’s letterman jacket was purple with black sleeves. Patches identified that he was a high school athlete of the football kind. The wrists were purple with a black band and bands of white on either side of the black band. This same pattern was around the waistband and the collar. His last name was written in script font on the back. On the left breast of the jacket was the letter I. On the right breast was the name of Ryota, his middle name.
Josh thought that maybe he could live with his best buddy Brett McPherson until graduation time, but his parents were adamant that they were a family. Staying behind was not an option. Maybe a week or two or even a month. Almost eight months? Not a chance. Thus began the last month.
On the following Monday, Josh was at school earlier on a singular mission. His heart threatened to eject itself from his chest. He felt like he had failed the team. I’m just being a baka but say that to my feelings. He entered through the front doors and made a sharp left to the athletic department where the coaches had their offices. Was Mr. Bradburn in? He was and Josh knocked. His coach motioned with a hand, “Come in Mr. Nakayama.”
Mr. James Bradburn looked up and saw his star running back come in. “What can I do for you? What’s wrong?” Josh actually bowed. He looked in the man’s eyes and said, “With regret, I need to resign my position on the team.” Josh resigning was not something that the man was expecting. The man studied his athlete’s demeanor and asked what had happened. “My mom got a new job and we’re moving.”
The news spread like wildfire and by lunchtime, Josh moving away had become a hot topic. Emergency tryouts were held to fill the vacancy on the varsity team. He thought it’d be inappropriate for him to be counted as a member of the team. Mr. Bradburn wouldn’t hear it, “Until you leave school, you’re a Raven. End of story.” Josh could still wear his jersey on game day, could be in the locker room, and be with the guys during pep rally. He could even suit up but remain on the bench while the new guy took to the field. Maybe play for a bit. He felt awkward but appreciative.
Brett McPherson invited him to dinner at Ristorante della Luna one Saturday evening, an Italian restaurant known for fine dining. The maitre d’ took them past available tables. Huh? They went up the stairs. Huh? They came upon the private dining room. Josh’s jaw dropped the floor and kept going. Dave Dewberry, class clown incarnate, hollered in glee. “You should see the look on your face!” The whole team was there. Brett said as he hugged Josh, “We’re all here to celebrate you, brah.” It was a memorable meal all on Brett’s tab or rather on the tab of Mr. Chet McPherson, his dad, who headed the booster club.
The evening was concluded by Brett singing The Last Goodbye from The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies. Although his singing was impeccable, it was clear that his heart was breaking. Although Josh would only be three hours away by car, he felt like Josh was moving an insurmountable distance away forever. The two young men had been neighbors and the bestest of friends since they were babies. Now, their time living two doors down from one another was coming to an end.
The following Saturday was a more informal meal which was at the Nakayama household. Josh was cooking for Brett, Trevor, and David. Just them at the dinner table having salmon, Brussels sprouts, and risotto. Josh asked David to pray before they ate. The bowed their heads while Dave prayed in Hebrew; he was Jewish. The other three young men, including Josh, were Catholic. Josh gave each a gift bag of oatmeal raisin cookies.
The Saturday before the end, Brett and Josh went out to eat. “Just the two of us this time.” They went to see a movie after that, and they had a sleepover which ended the day. Josh went back home the next morning. Thus began the last week.
It was an ordinary week and Josh acted as if nothing had changed. He would not let anything get in the way of his studies. His school records had been successfully transferred from St. Isidore to Sutter High. There was just one hiccup. Being a public school, his Theology credits had nowhere to go. He could have attended a Catholic high school at the new place, but that would have meant a thirty-minute commute. They weighed their options, and they decided that they couldn’t accommodate the distance. To fill in the space, he had to choose an additional elective. Since he’d be starting after the semester was well underway, there weren’t many options. Ultimately, he went with Psychology. The pep rally at the end of the day was memorable. Many were sorry to see him ago and many held up signs of support. The rally was bittersweet. He got his jersey and his helmet that he feared would be denied him. They were in pristine condition because they were new; they just needed to be displayed. If they won state, he was promised that he would get his patch. Although he wouldn't be playing for Isidore all four years, he had intended to play. Plus, he had actually played this season. That was enough to qualify in the eyes of the school. End of the day. End of this chapter of his life.
The following day, Saturday, they woke up early. Everything was in boxes, and they had slept the night on their traditional Japanese futons. The movers came and began packing everything with welcomed efficiency. They still owned their house on Newton Street, but it would be vacant for now. Although they might sell it one day, they preferred to lease it out for now. The three Nakayamas looked at the locked house and got underway.
Tosan in his white Toyota Sienna, then Mom in her black Lexus, then the moving trucks, lastly Josh in his red Toyota Tundra fondly called Red Tundra. Three hours later, they arrived at their new home in Sutter. The new place was on McCoy Drive and Josh had never seen the house until now. His first impression seeing this single story house with brown brick and black trim was that it looked like a gingerbread house. The street was devoid of activity except for them. There was no one that they could see.
For the rest of that day, with a break for dinner of burgers brought in, they began setting up the house according to their tastes to make it come alive since it had been vacant for three years. The only change during those years was that it has been remodeled. The sale went through cleanly; there was no mortgage. The next day was the same except that dinner was a store lasagna baked in the oven. Josh couldn’t wait until he could start cooking again with what they had gotten at the grocery store. Visiting had somewhat revived the Joshua of old before he was told of the move. Once his parents made the choice to move, they didn't buy as much food. As a result, Josh didn't cook as much as he would have otherwise. The goal was to have fresh and new foodstuffs once they moved into their new home. All fresh foodstuffs did have a certain allure. What was also alluring to him was that, because Sutter was a small town, there lots more stars in the night sky.
Josh smiled as he looked at his room when he had finished setting it up. He had lost his walk-in closet but he had gained five square feet of space in the actual bedroom. He smiled reluctantly because he was still upset about what he had left behind. He didn't want to admit it, but what he saw was awesome. He snapped a picture and sent it to Brett, [Thinking of you. Ready to meet tomorrow.] His buddy replied, [Looks gnarly dude.] Everyone went to bed early.
October 1st, a Monday morning. The phone buzzed and began playing "You’re the Best" by Joe Esposito which he considered his theme song. A few seconds later his watch beeped. Josh woke up and was alone in the house. It was earlier than his usual school wakeup time. He showered and returned to his bedroom unclothed. He had laid out his clothes the night before after going through the dress code meticulously. Having been enrolled in private schools all his life and having only known uniforms for the past ten years ever since St. Martin Elementary decided to have students wear uniform, he was entering uncharted waters. No tees with logos except for Sutter High’s emblem, no flip-flips, nothing that reveals undergarments, no torn clothes, no sagging pants, no pajamas, and so on. Use your common sense. If you think it's inappropriate, it probably is.
After much deliberation, Josh’s chosen attire consisted of a gray polo with two large purple (light and dark) horizontal strips in the middle, blue Wrangler jeans, and casual black sneakers which were very comfortable. First his green trunk briefs with grey waistband, then his selected clothing. Around his neck, he placed his dog tags and slipped them beneath his shirt against his firm hairless chest. The tags weren’t exactly his because they bore the name of Kentaro Ishida, his American-born grandpa. They had been given to him the year before. He took his gel and his comb to fluff up his trademark quiff. He winked at his reflection as he smiled.
After a breakfast consisting of a banana and a glass of his protein powder shake, Josh made his lunch. Water bottle, a mandarin orange. Deftly, he made a chicken sandwich. Sourdough bread, sliced tomato, a spinach/kale mix, pickles, and mozzarella cheese. Those were placed in his lunch kit. After making sure he was ready, and locking the house, he got in Red Tundra. Fondly thinking of Brett, he selected his buddy’s playlist which consisted of songs from the 60s and 70s such as those from Creedence Clearwater Revival, Bee Gees, Steppenwolf and Yes mixed with songs Broadway and Opera.
The campus is larger than Isidore’s. Makes sense since it has a larger student body. Josh parked in the area that he was told to. If anyone was nearby, they could hear People Are Strange by the Doors. He hadn’t gotten his student packet yet and this was one of the reasons why he showed up early. He got out and made a beeline towards the front entrance. Their eyes are already on me. Students either looked at the truck and the decals on the rear window with prolonged focus on the football emblem or they looked at him. Many back home considered him to be attractive. Many back home expected him to start singing and moving his body as though he was a member of Nova Dream which was his favorite Japanese boy band. I'm not Yutaro Takeda. Don't ask me to sing. Your ears will regret it. He already knew he was out of place. Looks like no one has a face like mine. The student body was a reflection of the town's population. Very few Asians. Hearing some of the voices, he smiled. At least, I won’t sound unfamiliar. I sound like I do belong here. Josh had a definite Texas twang to his voice; it was clear that he was Texan born and raised. Speaking Japanese with a voice like that would get a few chuckles from his cousin Daisuke Kojima, and his cousin's buddies if they were over, when they got the opportunity to chat over webcam.
Josh entered the front doors and the Dean of Students, who had an office near the front doors, intercepted him. Those eyes. Those eyes. They burn like fire. They told him that the Dean was amiable but also told him that the Dean was not a person to cross. I'm being looked over to see that I conform to the dress code. Once approved, the Dean directed him to Administration straight down the hall.
There, in Administration, he got his picture taken for his ID card which was to worn in a lanyard around the neck at all times. The only exceptions were during PE and being in the showers. A clerk entered preliminary information to add to his transferred records; the rest would be filled in once he turned his packet in. The bell rang indicating the start of school which unnerved Josh because he wanted to be in class. While the ID was being made with complimentary lanyard, he was directed to the principal’s office for a little chitchat to pass the time.
The clerk’s hand indicated the door of Mr. Robert Milby who was called Bob by faculty and staff. A knock and approval to enter, Josh stepped inside. Robert Milby was a tall man of a medium build. He had sandy brown hair with a receding hairline. He wore glasses with large lenses and a double bridge. Behind him were shelves full of academic books. Affixed to the wall were framed certificates to inform he was very qualified to lead the school and to teach if necessary. Mr. Milby shook Josh's hand and was asked to sit in one of the two chairs. Josh chose the chair on the right.
Mr. Milby spoke with Josh about various topics to get to know the young man while first period was underway. Josh wanted to get to class, but trying to leave would have been disrespectful. Besides, I still need to get my ID. A good amount of time was spent on football once the man found out that it was one of his extracurricular activities. Football being the religion of the small town was no myth here in Sutter. "Great stats here. Unfortunately, our team's doing well including our own running back. Maybe give wrestling a try? They have an opening and tryouts start in a couple of weeks. You got the right type of body for it."
Before Josh could come up with a response and reply, the same clerk from earlier came in to give Josh’s new ID. He tilted his head and voiced his thanks before putting the lanyard around his neck. My photo turned out great. Mr. Milby told him passing over a paper, “Here's your schedule. The guidance counselor suggested that you be paired up with another Senior so your schedule for fall semester is the same as his. Attached is your locker number and combination."
Josh looked at his new schedule before putting it in his green backpack which he had gotten from the army surplus store that his Grandpa Kentaro took him to a few years ago. He then looked at his locker info. Locker #219. Combination 59-81-47. The locker info was secured in his wallet after he memorized it.
Mr. Milby nodded, "Let's get this meeting underway." He tapped on the computer, "Excellent. He's here." He reached out for his intercom microphone and pressed the button to broadcast his summons over the intercom, “Matthew Fletcher. Matthew Fletcher. Matthew Fletcher to Principal Milby’s office. Right now.” The principal smiled with radiating optimism as they waited for Josh's guide.
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