Friday had finally arrived. Sineas’ favourite day of the week. In fact, he was convinced that it was everyone else’s favourite too.
Class with Mr. Regwizini was a lot calmer than it had been with Mr. Sawyer. Trevor had apparently stepped way out of line with his rebellion and he was slapped with a five-day suspension from Principal Stanley. Sineas however had already begun to think that the rugby and basketball teams, mainly Justin’s squad, were invincible and could not be reprimanded by the laws of the school.Clarissa was sitting in her new spot again, right in the centre of the class watching Mr. Regwizini scribbling on the board, explaining Advanced Level trigonometry. The speech she had given him on Thursday had left him completely lost for words. It had made him think. He could not think of anything else after that. He felt guilt and shame but at the same time, he was curious. Was it more logical to believe Aunt Janice’s theory, that no one
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Psych 56. Back to the Drawing Board
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Psych 57. The Drill
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Psych 60. Fighting for a Fantasy
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