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"Ever played Spec Ops: The Line?" "I don't play video games." I simply answered. "Oh." Paul simply answered, then smiled. "Wow, you're quite the minority. Well, you can still make the changes. You just need to be aware of what you're changing." At that point, it clued in to me that Paul was going in the wrong direction. And had been for quite a bit. "Um, Paul... My house is in the other direction." I said hesitantly. Paul's back stiffened and his eyes widened. "Oh. Crap. Right." He murmured as he slowed down, then pulled into a random driveway. He turned around and started going the other way. "Sorry about that. I've gotten so used to driving home this way I guess I just did it out of reflex." "It's okay." I said. "See?" Paul asked, smiling again. "Not an asshole. You're being a bit hard on yourself, man. You're a freaking grade 9. Sorry, you're going to be immature. By grade 12 you'll see just how much it shaped you as a person. And yeah, the only thing that can make you a better person is actually trying to be a better person, but I think you're on that path now." I nodded, but stayed silent. "And go ahead and text Nicole if it makes you feel better." Paul added. "Apparently being sad or angry makes you an asshole by your logic. You talk like she made you happy." "She does." I remarked. "Then do things that make you happy. You might make mistakes along the way to doing happy things, but you can apologize and learn from those. Doing things you don't love out of obligation ... then being bitter about it isn't going to make you a better person." The folksy wisdom of the ancient senior rang true as far as I was concerned. I whipped out my cell phone and looked up Nicole in my message history. Hey. I'm sorry. For everything. I texted her. But even after Paul dropped me off and said his goodbyes, she didn't answer back. *** I was a bit quick to assume I would enjoy classes. As I found out, I really only enjoyed them because I enjoyed life at the time, and had something to look forward to. When I went to classes the next day, a Tuesday, I found that classes were turning dull, fast, and the only thing I had to look forward to was working out for an hour straight at the end of the day, then waiting for my mom to pick me up since Nicole still refused to talk to me. God, I hoped whatever Megan planned to say would work. That said, I didn't let that show at all in drama class. I didn't even know if Salvador was right about my low energy negatively impacting the class, but the guy sat and listened to his student explain how he felt bad about straight-up fucking another student in an English classroom without judgement. I felt liked I at least owed it to him to adhere to his class' rules in exchange for that. I don't think he noticed, but I attached Paul's mask to my backpack. More specifically, I asked mom to sew it on when she had a minute. Mom, who loved it when I expressed my individuality, was all too happy to comply, and even remarked how proud she was of ...