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Chapter 6 - The Young One 2

At his locker on the left side of the main hallway, a glowing sticker read: "Have fun to the fullest." He opened the locker, grabbed his books, and headed to class.

In the classroom, the air conditioning responded automatically to the snap of fingers from a kind-looking Black teacher. Brian jumped onto a desk at the front, then sat in his seat, looking at the projector. About ten students entered gradually as the teacher checked attendance.

"Good morning, Mr. Phils" Brian greeted.

"Morning, Mr. Dixon." he replied.

"Watch out for the desk!" a student at the back called jokingly.

"All good and sturdy!" the teacher replied. "Alright, everyone's here. Let's start the day. Kids love history! Yay~ any' do their homework?"

"No homework, please~," a back-row kid imitated the teacher.

"Hehe~ Oh no! How could I forget? So what did we learn last class? Did ya'll sleep during the last?"

Brian, sitting mid-room, stood confidently. "The Civil War."

"Correct! What caused the conflict? North and South, right? Which president declared the abolition of slavery?" The teacher asked.

"President Lincoln!" Brian answered loudly, startling his classmates.

"Impressive, Brian! Now, when did the Civil War start?"

"April 12, 1861. Ended April 9, 1865," he replied confidently, standing tall.

The teacher smiled. "Wowee! We got a new historian, huh? Do you want to be a historian, or maybe an archaeologist?"

"I… I want to be… a soldier… sir," Brian answered.

"Soldier! A tough one, but good pension. You must workout a lot. Playin' football?"

"I'm a striker," Brian replied. "I'm so good at it."

"Should play differently; try a DT sometime," the teacher suggested.

"I don't like defense much, i love charging people." Brian said, shaking his head.

"It might help with standing your ground. Like a capture-the-flag game," the teacher explained.

Brian nodded. "Alright, I'll try."

After school, he returned home to see his mother cooking.

"When did you get back?" he asked.

"Just now. I'll be heading out again," she replied.

"Then I'll iron the clothes tonight, Mom," he offered.

"Alright, my sweetie-pops," she smiled.

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