The Harbinger - The Legacy of an Unlikely Hero

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Quote: Originally Posted by beast10

Bruh I'm so confused

Count me in this boat as well.

[AdamJones113]

The main character is a girl. Pretty simple.

[beast10]

Ok just the deshaun part got me really confused about everything lol. So the girl is the MC, the scoreboard worker. Deshaun has nothing to do with anything


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Quote: Originally Posted by AdamJones113

The main character is a girl. Pretty simple.

See, I figured that part out, but there's a couple of names in there that look exactly alike, and I'm mainly confused as to who's who out of these sisters. Or if he only mentioned one and she has a sister... or something. My head hurts.

[yoshistabber]

September 1, 2014.

Just a few more minutes until it's lunch, but the longest minutes are always the last ones. Only Mr. Portio and history is in the way. Nobody likes history class because it's so boring. Although I have an A in the class, most of the people in the class are struggling for some reason.

Mr. Portio closes the history book and says, "Before class ends, it is time for everyone to get their partner for their group project." Everyone started groaning in response. "Now, now, everyone settle down. All of you will pick a random number from this box on my desk. Once everyone has picked a number, then you will know who your partner is."

Everyone then drew a number from the box. I put my hand into the box and got a piece of paper with an eighteen written on it. Eighteen.....such a boring number. I heard somewhere that eighteen means physical and spiritual bondage or some sh*t. Then Peyton Manning wears eighteen, and Messi wore it for Argentina one time. Wait, how did I get to the 100 facts about the number 18? Man I got to stop doing that.

Once the last person got a number, Mr. Portio stood up and placed a chart on the white board. The chart had random numbers paired up in two. Apparently my partner is whoever has the number fifteen. I hope whoever I get paired up with will actually help me on this. My whole life in middle school was full of people asking for help on their homework and projects. Sometimes it's tough to be a good student because of all the people wanting to depend on you.

People started screaming out random numbers in hope of finding their partner. In the massive noise fest, I could hear a "fifteen" in the mess. Eventually I found who had fifteen. It was Ryan Caesar, some white boy standing in a corner that's just a little taller than me. I haven't got to talk to him that much yet, but I heard from Jamal and other guys on the JV football team that he's more annoying than PewDiePie and Drake bandwagoning the Cavs after LeBron returned.

"Hey, are you number fifteen?"

He backed up a few steps and replied, "Oh don't tell me you have eighteen..."

"Uhhh.....yes, I do. So that means we're par-"

The guy ran to Mr. Portio and started screaming some random crap that I couldn't understand. Mr. Portio just responded with a simple question.

"Ryan, are you gay?"

"No-no-no! I'm not a f*ggot like Damian!!!!"

"That's not a nice thing to say. Homosexuals are human too. Say sorry to Damian."

Ryan walked up to Damian, a gay person in our class and a lineman on varsity, and apologized about his recent comment.

"Good job, Ryan. Now you have to learn how to talk to girls. And you can do that by working on your history project with Ui Hirasawa right here. Just to let you know, she has a higher grade than you in the class."

I can tell that Ryan is extremely pissed. He walked out of the classroom and turned around and shouted, "I WON'T F*CKING WORK WITH NO GIRL! ESPECIALLY SOME SMARTA** WHITE GIRL!!!"

"But I'm not even white. I'm-"

"DON'T CORRECT ME!" He said as he left the area.

Just when I was to finally able to eat my lunch, my phone started ringing in my bag. It was a text message from Jamal's father who's also a scout for the football team.



I wonder why he wants to talk to me. If he wants to meet me at the AD office, it must be something important. I swear if he wants to convince me to play volleyball or do cross country, someone is going to be in the hospital for a while.