Getting to school early had become a habit, but there was no way I was missing out on the events sure to come. As soon as the mural was discovered, the administration would go nuts. The old mural was as much a part of the school as the football team, cherished and protected by all. I didn’t know why. It was a stupid painting a group of hopeless kids painted when they thought the world had something good to offer. By now, most of them had probably figured out how life really worked.
Chapter Three
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