Talented Children Corey plopped his bag down on the table and sank into his chair. He slumped over the wooden surface and let out an overly-exaggerated sigh of exasperation.Talented Children3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Rough day?” Skye asked without looking up from her newspaper. She sat across the table from Corey in the little shed they’d made into a clubhouse when they were kids. Even though they’d long since outgrown the tiny space, they still met there every day after school.
“Mr. Voltner’s trying to kill me,” he mumbled into the tabletop. He looked up at her, his blue eyes forlorn.
“It wouldn’t seem so bad if you studied a little more,” Skye told him. She wore a troubled expression, her forehead crinkled with concern.
“What’s bugging you?”
“This article; take a look.” She folded the paper over and slid it across the table.
Corey sat up as he reached for the paper