Mom and Dad were in bed reading. They caled out their helos and good nights. I returned them trying not to sound as tired as I felt. I stumbled into my room, dumped my backpack, tried to feel pleased about the three demerits I’d just wiped out, then plugged my tablet into the big screen on my desk, and went straight to the PR homework, skipping my mail and al other temptations. I had to come up with likely (and tough) questions (at least fifteen) at a press conference after a PR disaster and answer them with the most positive spin possible. I hadn’t even read through the five scenarios yet. It’d be easiest to do the first one. But I was stil burned from the test we’d been given back in middle school where it turned out the last question was an instruction not to do the test at al. Like most of the class I’d just started doing it and scribbled away until I was disturbed by the sound of giggling coming from al the smarty- pants (including Rochele) who’d read it the whole way through.
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