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Chapter 21

The next day was the first day of school Stanley wanted to avoid Harriet following them, us he left early with Quinlyn

As soon as they got in the car, Stanley handed Quinlyn a hole of milk Thrink up help you grow tall he said with a

op fill

Sall hungry from the previous day’s swimming, Quinlyn quickly drank her milk and ate three pieces of bread

She glances at Stanley, lounging in his seat and scrolling on his phone, and then at the driver. Thon’t you know how to drive she asked, asuming Stanley would know how since Joseph did

Stanley’s face tuned red at the insinuation

He sat up and thumped his broad chest. “Hey, I’m just a kid here,” he said Joseph’s the real problem. He acts all nice, but who knows what kind of mischief he gets into when no one’s looking? You gotta watch out for him.”

Quinlyn chewed on her lip, thinking about Joseph’s smooth driving. She realized people weren’t always what they seemed.

Stanley noticed her doubt and grinned “Don’t sweat it,” he said, mulging her playfully. Tm gonna nail that survival training this semester. You’ll see. He knew he needed to step up or risk losing her admiration.

Quinlyn still didn’t get the whole rivalry thing between the boys, but she looked up at him. It could be dangerous out there” she warned.

Stanley laughed and tousled her hair. “You’re looking out for me, he said. “Don’t worry. At our fancy school, they treat us like we’re made of gold. They won’t let anything bad happen unless someone’s asking for it.”

Quinlyn just nodded, feeling out of her element. She’d never been to a school like this before, so she kept her mouth shut.

Manldon International School was a big deal–kindergarten through high school, all in one place. The elementary and high school sections were close but not exactly together.

Stanley had arrived early with Quinlyn to help her settle in, but as soon as they stepped out of the car, Joseph was already

there.

“Quinlyn. Stanley, what a coincidence,” Joseph said with a bright smile, standing next to a Rolls–Royce and holding a little girl’s hand

rolled his eyes. “Of course you’d show up,” he muttered.

catching up to them. He crouched down and smiled warmly at Quinlyn. “Quinlyn, meet Mandy. She’s Claude’s daughter and your new classmate. I think you two could

turned to Mandy and said softly, “Don’t be shy. This is Quinlyn. She’s super nice”

looked at Mandy, who was dressed like a tiny princess–just like Harriet–but seemed

“What’s the deal with this kid? Quinlyn won’t hurt her. Why is she so scared?” he muttered, clearly annoyed. He hated dealing with kids–they were always so loud and annoying–except

different.

it’s okay” he said gently,

coming i school. I thought having Quinlyn as a friend might help her feel better, he explained, realizing he

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isn’t here to babysit anyone, Stanley

Quinlyn’s hand and leading

Mandy had been looking and saw a guy in a crisp suit, looking

and walked over. “Hey, you’re new here? I’m Eugene Lambert. I teach fourth grade, Class 1. Heard we’ve got a new student today. That’s you, right?”

had a clean, friendly vibe. He smelled like fresh soap and crouched

a beat, Quinlyn blurted out, “Do you also get into mischief when

He choked and his face turned beet red. “What did you just say?” he spluttered. then looked to Stanley for an explanation.

was supposed to be the voice of reason, felt his cheeks burning. He dropped his gaze and shot Quinlyn a sharp look.

her head, totally puzzled. ‘Didn’t you say that yourself? Joseph acts nice, but he gets

caught up, froze in his tracks. Quinlyn had a knack for making everyone uncomfortable

than help. He awkwardly scratched his head

I’ll leave the kids with you. See you this afternoon,” he

turned to Eugene, handing over the two kids. “Mr. Lambert, she’s just a kid. Kids don’t always think before they speak. Please don’t take it personally. I’d really appreciate your help with them,” he

I could help these kids become

achievement.”

Lambert, thank you for your

toward his car, glancing back at Eugene. “Do I