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Chapter 4

The afternoon bell was set to ring in 13 minutes.

Don’t think about her.

Her name.

Her mackerel eyes.

Her scars.

But Will thought about her name, her scars and mackerel eyes – a phrase from an old James Taylor song he heard at his Dad’s. He failed on numerous Google missions to unearth a definition of mackerel eyes. Parker had them, though, whatever they were.

Will sat at his metal cart doubling as his desk. On the bottom of the floater’s cart was a framed photo of Dean gnawing on a poppy-seed bagel. Also, a broken stapler that worked as a decoy when kids asked to borrow his stapler. His freshmen had jammed or broken five of his staplers, so he hid the good one in a file cabinet back in the “Dilbert Suite.” One positive had emerged again from floating: When Will had a sleeper, he rammed the kid’s desk with his cart. The behavioral modification was consistently successful.