The Pepsi and Reece's Cup seemed to make JoJo's head feel better. He really wanted to get back at Beast, but all of the sudden he remembered a Bible verse his class studied at Sunday school the day before: Matthew 6:14-15 If you forgive other people when they sin against you, your Heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.
JoJo said a silent prayer: Father, thank you I am alive. Thanks for allowing me to walk these halls, and thanks for allowing me to live in a free country! That Wake-Up call hurt! But, Jesus, you hurt for me! I'm gonna need your help on this one, Lord! I choose to forgive Beast. Amen.
About that time, Chris walked up.
"How's my fellow trumpet player?"
"Better."
"Oh, Was something wrong?"
"Well, I have chosen to forgive him, but..."
"Go on."
"Beast dropped a wicked Wake-Up Call on me this morning after first period. That makes one per day since I have arrived at the friendly confines of Smallville High."
"I see." That was all Chris said...
Meanwhile, JoJo made sure he was on time to third period. Ms. CeCe was especially pretty today. She had on a red outfit--JoJo didn't know what to call it--and he didn't care! He was mesmerized. Cindy broke his dream-state.
"Well, I see you are still breathing, Fresh Meat. Ha!"
"Barely! I am sick of being the Punk-of-the-Month!"
"Welcome to High school, Big Boy!"
"Hey, do girls get any of this Freshy treatment?"
"For sure! The women teachers hate us in particularly. And you can look around and see Upperclass Girls whispering about you--all the time."
Cindy scanned the room..."There you go! Charlotte and Carolyn are pointing over here and whispering." Cindy stuck out her tongue at them.
"You aren't scared of them, Cindy?"
"Heck naw! Remember, I do have an older sister."
JoJo forgot about Martha, a Junior. She was on the basketball team and quite the athlete. She would squash these girls!
I wish I had a big brother at this high school, JoJo thought.
Meanwhile in a third period P.E. class, Chris called Beast over to the side of the basketball court.
"Hey, Chris. How's your year started out?"
Since Chris demolished beast in a "fight" in the seventh grade--it was more like Chris shadow boxing---and Beast was the shadow, Beast had been scared of Chris. Chris decided to use his leverage a little.
"Well, I tell ya. My day was going great until I heard some news."
"Oh..."
"I heard you gave JoJo a vicious Wake-Up Call."
"I did, but it was nothing personal. It's my job as a Senior."
"Here's the thing. JoJo has had a wake up call every day that he's been here at SHS."
"Chris, that is a lot, but why do you care?"
Those were the wrong words. "Let me put it this way Boy (not Beast), I need JoJo to play the trumpet well in the Band! You do know how I feel about the Band...DON'T YOU?!"
"Sure, sure, Chris...what can I do to help?"
"I want hands off JoJo for the rest of the semester! And..."
"Yes, Chris?"
Chris poked Beast in the chest 3 times. "And, I am holding you responsible. If you need to have a Senior Boy meeting, then do it. But, I'm telling you....if I hear that JoJo gets another Wake-Up Call, I'm coming to YOU!!"
"I got ya covered Big Guy!"
As Beast (or Boy) walked away, Chris prayed, Lord, I really enjoyed that a little to much. Please forgive me for my attitude, but please understand my heart. Chris was not sure the moral answer on this one, but he felt good about protecting his little fellow trumpet player.
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