Kings and Queens
“You’re going to what?” I asked, not sure if I had heard my best friend correctly.
We were in math, working on a work sheet that our teacher had handed out to us. Well I was working. JJ was relaxing.
He leaned back in his chair, putting his feet on my desk and crossing his arms behind his head. He shot me a cocky grin.
“I’m going to be a king,” he repeated.
We were in math, working on a work sheet that our teacher had handed out to us. Well I was working. JJ was relaxing.
He leaned back in his chair, putting his feet on my desk and crossing his arms behind his head. He shot me a cocky grin.
“I’m going to be a king,” he repeated.