Her eyes narrowed as she searched my face. She tossed the pages on the coffee table, one of the pages slipping off the table and to the floor at my feet. “I found two dollars in change wrapped in this garbage. Where did you get this money?” She jingled the shiny quarters in her hand, holding her palm open for me to examine the evidence.
“The kids at school buy the paper from me. I charge a quarter per copy.”
“You’re selling this garbage in class? Do your teachers know about this?
I scratched my head, adding, “The teachers sometimes buy a copy, too.”
“What? You are such a fucking pathological liar. What is this lottery you mention?”
“I use half the proceeds from sales and give it to the winner.”
“Oh? So we are gambling now, too.”
She looked at the papers strewn across the table, grabbing the paper with the weather maps on it. “Are these weather maps?”
She slammed the paper back on the table. “Well, I suppose everyone at school knows you’re a little faggot now. I know damn well what’s going on here. You are selling drugs to the kids in the school and using this trash for a cover.”
“I’m not selling drugs!” I screamed at her. “It’s only two dollars in change!”
She paused for a moment, needing to regroup. “You take the profits and use them to buy drugs for yourself.”
I threw my hands up in the air. “How do you come up with this stuff?”
“Well, if it’s not drugs, then you stole it. The kids in school would beat the shit out of you if you stole it from them. So it must be the teachers you’re taking it from.”
“None of this money is stolen; it was given to me for the papers.”
“Nobody would pay for this trash.”
I grabbed the papers from the table and clutched them against my chest, tears streaming down my face. “It’s not trash!”
“It does not matter. Either way you will be expelled from Latin Academy when the Principal finds out what you’ve been up to during school. Gambling is illegal in this state. The school could bring the police in and arrest you.”
The last revelation caught me off-guard. I was not aware that someone could go to jail for holding a lottery. She may finally have me.
“Since you will be expelled from the Academy, next year you can look forward to having the crap beaten out of you daily. You know a kid got knifed for his jacket last winter. Yeah, they’re really going to love a little faggot like you. Well, the good news is perhaps someone will finally make a real man of you.”
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