Joshua Hodge’s Wild Christmas: Chapter 3

Wild Christmas was my debut novel, first published during the Christmas season of 2006 when I was a teenager. All these years later, I return to it with a fresh eye—re-editing and reworking certain passages while honoring the spirit of the original story. In the glow of nostalgia and renewal that Christmas brings, I’m delighted to present the third chapter in its newly refreshed form:

Amidst the many seemingly heartless teachers at Hodge High, there were nice teachers too. Though they were scarce, they shone bright in the darkness. The brightest star in the school had to be Ms. Madison. The best time to be in her class was at the end of the day, because she always left her students feeling good about themselves before they went home. Ms. Madison was pretty in a traditional sense. She often wore button up blouses or cozy sweaters. Her hair, though frizzy, was perfectly shaped, and she was always sporting old-fashioned red lipstick. She had a very trusting and steady demeanor about her. She was always organized, refined in manner, very polite, and always seemed to handle situations just the right way. When she got upset, it was always justified, and when she laughed, many students were right there with her. One of her greatest characteristics was that she was an encourager. She could encourage just about anyone and build up a confidence that was rooted, not in a falsity to win favor or manage her classroom, but in truth and sincerity. For some of the more rowdy students, sometimes the truth she delivered hurt at first, but the after-effect always built the students up. She was wise like that.  

English class with Ms. Madison was the only time of the day Linzy and Dan met up with Sarah, their long time friend. Sarah was a very smart student and in many advanced classes. She had to be the smartest one in her class, well, at least in terms of book smarts. Facts stuck in her mind better than the gum stuck under the desk, and she collected more facts than a junk drawer collects mysterious keys and random objects. It was very rare that Sarah would be found without her nose stuck in a book or her pen glued to paper. She was utterly consumed by her education. She had black hair, a pointy face, a delicate frame, and a very childish look about her.  Sarah didn’t fit in with most of the girls her age, for her priorities were not well balanced. She simply didn’t have time for what was trendy or fashionable or to be gushing over boys. “First off, I don’t need any mere boy in my life.  Let him become a man first, and if he wants to win my heart, he must first ask to court me.” That’s what she would say. Despite being odd to many of her peers, she did get along well with Linzy and Dan. Linzy was amused by her unusualness.  Her extreme behavior towards school, her obsessive orderliness, and strange array of phobias made her amusing to Linzy, and since Dan was close to Linzy, he just went along. They were all friends. 

Dan had the privilege of sitting next to Sarah during English class. Sarah didn’t talk to Dan or even say “hi”, but she was like that, and Dan accepted her. She would often be too wrapped up in schoolwork to pay any attention to those around her. Because Dan knew Sarah wasn’t going to say anything to him, he decided to initiate.

“Hi Sarah. How’s your day going?” Dan asked. Sarah continued to stare at her textbook, and she held up a finger signifying that she needed just one more minute to finish her reading. A moment later she responded, “What were you saying?” she asked.

“Oh, I was just asking, how’s your day going?”

“Well, I am very upset,” she replied matter of factly..

“Why?”

“I can’t believe they made us come to school today,” she said while closing her textbook. 

“Sarah, I thought you liked school.” 

“Yes, education is very important, but I still think it is wrong that they made us come to school on Christmas Eve.”

“Yeah, that is kinda weird.”

“Weird? No, it’s just cruel and unusual. Usually on Christmas Eve my family travels down to Traigo for a big family Christmas celebration at my grandparent’s house. The cousins are always there and so many relatives, some of whom I don’t even know, but we always exchange gifts and it’s a lot of fun. It’s always been a tradition. This year, because of this high school, and its remarkably ill considerations, I am going to be late for the party. I might even miss it. It makes me mad! School should not interrupt tradition.” Dan was shocked. He has never heard any bit of criticism of the school from Sarah.

“Well, at least you have somewhere to go. I don’t do anything on Christmas Eve. I just go home to my aunt’s house and we just watch TV or something,” confessed Dan. There was an uncomfortable moment of silence when neither of them spoke. Sarah wasn’t sure how to respond to Dan, and Dan regretted bringing up his evening plans, or lack thereof. He had already decided long ago he wasn’t going to mention his home life to others. He didn’t want people to feel sorry for him. 

“I’ve had a wild day,” said Dan. “First I got sent down to detention by Ms. Tripkin, and then I fell asleep and woke up late for history class and didn’t have my homework. Now I have to stay after school for another detention with Linzy…She was late too.”

“Yeah, everything is getting a little crazy around here. I just can’t wait until I hear the dismissal bell…” She sighed and continued “…Hark how the bell, sweet silver bell. It will tell us to throw cares away, that Christmas is here, and at least for me, it will bring good cheer.”  

From two seats behind Sarah sat Linzy. Overhearing Sarah, Linzy broke out singing the Carol of the Bells. While doing so she stood out of her seat and quickly walked over  to Dan, finishing with a “ding-dong…” then a subsequent much lower and prolonged  “…ding doooooong.” She quickly transitioned, casually introducing her reason for intrusion: “I forgot to tell you that Ms. Wenea still expects you to present your part of the psychology project to her even though you missed class by being in detention,” she explained.

“Linzy, I’m so sorry I missed it.”

“No worries, bubs, I slayed it, but tag, you’re it.” she gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder.

“How am I supposed to present?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not like I can go after school, we have detention, remember?”

“Just tell them, ‘sorry, I can’t go to detention because I have to present a project, Merry Christmas, bye’,” Linzy explained.

“That’ll never work.” Dan replied.

“You never know until you try. Could be a Christmas miracle.” Linzy shrugged as if providing a smidge of probability to her suggestion. 

Ms. Madison stood in front of the class wearing her usual friendly smile, but today there was something different about her. Her smile seemed to have more to it, and the way she addressed the class gave some supposition that she was up to something– up to something good. “Class, good afternoon.” The classroom fell silent. “I am very happy to have you as my students. You all have been working so hard these last couple days, or really weeks rather, and since Christmas is tomorrow…” Dan loved the fact that Ms. Madison actually used the word Christmas. “…I have decided to reward you for your hard work with a little Christmas party.” She had brought cookies and punch, candy and a movie for all the students to watch. She was the one and only teacher who brought Christmas cheer. 

As the students enjoyed the Christmas flick and munched on their cookies, Ms. Madison came over to Dan and tapped him on the shoulder. She knelt down beside him to whisper, “I have your last report graded. You can keep it now. She handed Dan the report. “I have been very impressed with your report. I could tell you put a lot of work into it, and I just want to tell you that I really enjoy having you in my class. You are a very intelligent student. I am looking forward to finding out what you pursue in the future.” Everything that Ms. Madison said was always so encouraging, and it definitely helped Dan get through the days. She saw something in him that no other teacher could. 

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As soon as the bell rang for the end of class, Dan took off running down the hallway, trying to get to Ms. Wenea’s class to deliver his psychology presentation to her. The hallways were packed with students, thicker than the Rockefeller Plaza at Christmas time, but not one was lingering. Everyone was in a rush to leave school. Dan went to his locker, grabbed everything he needed. His backpack dangled from one shoulder, draped around his arm was his sweatshirt, and in his hands was a poster-board. Super-focused and determined, he made his way to Ms. Wenea’s class. There was no time to waste, for she would soon be leaving too, and he had to make it to after school detention in time. This presentation couldn’t wait. He just had to get this project out of the way and off his mind. He needed the grade too. So, he was quite the sight for other students in the hallway who noticed him, dunning and dashing, and ducking,and sliding his way through the halls with his flapping poster board. As he was running he heard a student call out, “Run, run Rudolph.” 

After zipping down two flights of stairs, around four corners, and overhearing many “Merry Christmas” wishes, he finally reached Ms. Wenea’s room. He dropped his backpack on the floor, caught his breath, and stood in the front of the classroom as if he was about to present to an entire class, but the only ones in the classroom at the moment were Ms. Wenea and one other student. Sometimes Dan was nervous to present in front of others, but Ms. Wenea was pretty approachable, and he knew she wouldn’t be expecting anything extravagant. More than anything he just wanted to be done with it and had set his own feelings aside. He had to research a specific mental disorder and talk about how it develops, what it looks like, and what kind of therapy is available. This project was actually a month in the making. Linzy and him were arranged as partners, and so they divided and conquered. He just had to present his half of the project.

“Ms. Wenea, ready for me to present?” Dan eagerly asked.

“Yes, but just a minute.” Ms. Wenea was talking to another student about a grading mistake. Dan had little patience. He was anxious about making it to detention in time. After a couple of minutes, which seemed much longer to Dan, Ms. Wenea sat down at a student’s desk and was ready to listen. Dan thought it always looked strange to see a teacher at a student’s desk. It always made them look out of place. 

As Dan started his presentation, Ms. Wenea seemed quite interested. Dan figured she was either genuinely interested or was a great actress. She began asking a lot of questions, which Dan figured was a good sign,  but these questions were also taking up his time. Upon describing how some disorders are formed by stressful situations, Dan paused for a moment.  If that’s the case, he thought, I am going to end up in shambles before this day is over. Dan’s presentation was very good, except for the fact that he talked a mile a minute, and some points went by so fast that they weren’t clear. As soon as Dan finished his presentation, he waited for Ms. Wenea to give her usual applause, and he was out of there. 

Dan glanced at the clock in the hallway. He was already five minutes late for detention. He knew he had to pick up the pace and started running down the hallways again, dodging past all the other students. The hallway of the detention room was wet. It was difficult to tell exactly why. Some students coming and going may have brought in rain water from the outside, a mother picking up her daughter from school brought her a peppermint mocha, but slid on the wet floor, sloshing the beverage far and wide, and some boys had been playing around in the bathroom making a “snowman” out of giant wads of toilet paper. When they finally decided to flush it, it caused the commode to back up. The Janitor was there with mops, rags, and cones, trying to clean up and caution the passerbys. As soon as Dad reached the hallway despite all his might, he slipped, fell down, and slid right into detention. He was slightly impressed with how perfectly he slid right into the room he needed to be, but now his back was wet with a concoction he didn’t wish to dwell on. Dan saw Linzy was already there, as well as a few other students. He acknowledged her with a nod of the head and sat down. There was no talking allowed, so Dan opened his backpack and pulled out a book he had to finish reading during break, every once in a while glancing over at Linzy. She was discreetly knitting in her lap, shielded by the tablet of the desk. Dan saw a ball of red yarn tumble to the floor. 

It was very rare that Dan and Linzy would be in detention. In fact this was the first day in high school in which Linzy found herself there. Distracted from his reading Dan dwelled on the fact that it was so odd that the first time he and Linzy were in detention together so happened to be Christmas Eve, as if it was some morbid Christmas gift, much more malicious and even less deserving than a lump of coal. He felt like the school was out to get him. Dan couldn’t wait to get out of the place and on with Christmas break, though he didn’t have much of anything planned. He was just looking forward to not being in school. Linzy had finished her knitting, so she stared at the clock and watched the second hand make its rounds. The hand didn’t pause after each second but continuously moved very slowly clockwise. Linzy began to slouch. She was in a trance while looking at the second hand make its rounds. To anyone else it would be boring, but as for Linzy, she could find amusement in the simplest of things. 

By the third chapter of his book Dan was entirely distracted and couldn’t pay attention to it any more. He was too anxious thinking about Christmas and leaving school in less than an hour. He began daydreaming of snow and how nice it would be to have a snowy Christmas Eve. Too bad it was just raining. 

  Linzy quietly cheered each minute on, staring at the clock all the way until four o’clock when the bell rang, signifying the end of detention. As soon as that bell sounded, everyone in detention raised a ruckus, and shouts of joy filled the air.. Linzy broke out singing Jingle Bell Rock, exalting the school bell which had just freed them from detention. She got out her gloves, scarf, and matching hat from her backpack, preparing to leave school and walk with Dan over to her house. 

“Linzy, you’re probably not going to need those gloves or hat. This morning the temperature was fifty degrees.”

“I know, but what if it has been snowing? What if the temperature suddenly dropped, and we are faced with a huge blizzard?” Linzy knew Dan was probably right, but she decided to say that anyway to defend her decision. She just wanted to put on her winter accessories, because she thought they were cute. “Who knows what it truly is like outside? I mean, there are no windows in this hallway, so we can’t see what’s out there. What if we truly are going to see a white Christmas? Furthermore…” Linzy paused for dramatic emphasis. “…Ta Dah!” She revealed a red knitted scarf. “I made it for you during detention…” She slung the scarf around Dan’s neck, and while still holding onto each end of the scarf, she pulled Dan near her to whisper in his ear. “….to always remember our first detention together.”

“Thanks Linzy.” Dan was startled for a moment, when she pulled him near and started to whisper, but he was  relieved when he realized it was just Linzy being her usual self. 

 Linzy continued talking about the snow as they walked down the hallway. When they reached the wide exit doors of the school, she swung them open and was hit with a surprise. “SNOW!” she exclaimed. It was absolutely surprising. Snow had covered the school parking lot and was collecting on the trees, beautifully and delicately. Linzy ran out the school doors with her arms wide open, dancing around in the falling snow. Both Linzy and Dan couldn’t refrain from laughing at the joy and coincidence of it all.

Linzy formed a snow ball in her hands and threw it at Dan in a playful way. The snowball split into thousands of powdery flakes crescending up from Dan’s shoulder dusting his blond hair. He pulled up the hood of his sweatshirt, and formed a snowball of his own. He threw one back at her. Before they knew it, they had a genuine snow ball fight going on. Linzy liked the way her scarf blew as she threw the snowballs, and she kept eying the scarf she had knitted dangling around Dan’s neck . 

The snow was really collecting well. Within about a half hour, there was a good two inch white blanket covering the ground. The sun slowly began to set, though no one could see it behind the heavy clouded sky. It was getting dark very fast. The winter days were always short. 

After their snowball fight, in which no clear winner was determined, Linzy noticed it was about time for her family’s Christmas party, and she still wanted to practice her solo, along with the music, for the church service. The two started walking through the big sports fields behind the high school. It was a shortcut to Linzy’s house. The whole time the snow relentlessly fell.

“I love the snow,” said Linzy. “I wonder what it would be like to live in the snow all the time. Sometimes I just want to build an igloo and live my winter in it. I think I would make a pretty good eskimo.” They continued to walk across the snow covered field, kicking the powdery snow. “Look at the stars,” Linzy pointed. There was a break in the clouds, and a patch of stars twinkled above. “They’re so beautiful. I love this– the snow, the stars, me and you on this cold Christmas Eve.” Linzy looked over at Dan in quiet admiration and smiled. Their friendship had grown a lot over the course of the year. They shared everything from friends and belongings, to their deepest and most random thoughts. Dan always liked Linzy more than any other girl he knew. Lately things had been a little different, way too complicated for him to explain. It was like Linzy was going through a metamorphosis. She was growing increasingly confident and playful, and little bits and pieces of her personality were starting to take new and unpredictable shapes. It’s not like this sort of thing hadn’t happened before. Linzy was known for changing with the weather, but lately Dan was seeing her as a different person than what she used to be, and he liked this change a lot, yet he still felt like he had lost something. He had no clue what was going on other than the fact that she was growing up.

While Dan and Linzy were walking together, a thought weighed heavily on Dan’s mind. He hadn’t seen his good friend, Dakota, for weeks, and felt that he should pay him a visit. Dakota had been confined to his bed after breaking his legs and getting all battered up in a severe snow boarding accident. Dan really wanted to go over to Dakota’s house and wish him a merry Christmas, yet he didn’t want to leave Linzy. Dan had a persistent fear of letting Linzy down, and ditching her to go over to Dakota’s was aligned with just that. Finally after much hesitation Dan made a decision and broke the news to Linzy.  She responded with much approval, setting Dan’s mind at ease. “Wish him a Merry Christmas from me too.”

Read more about Wild Christmas on my website: www.joshhodge.com/wild-christmas

Chapter 4: https://joshthehodge.com/2026/01/19/joshua-hodges-wild-christmas-chapter-4/

Joshua Hodge’s Wild Christmas: Chapter 2

Wild Christmas was my debut novel, first published during the Christmas season of 2006 when I was a teenager. All these years later, I return to it with a fresh eye—re-editing and reworking certain passages while honoring the spirit of the original story. In the glow of nostalgia and renewal that Christmas brings, I’m delighted to present the second chapter in its newly refreshed form:

Ms. Tripkin was very unusual and difficult in many ways to the point that she was nearly unbearable. There was something about her that was obvious, yet not easily understood. Behind her often fake smile, she held onto an ugly attitude, while carrying a chip on her shoulder, and a big burden upon her back. Just by the way she responded to every interaction made a person feel of less value. She was the biology teacher at Hodge High, and she seemed to think that her class was the most important class in the entire school, and that she was the smartest teacher in the school,  more educated than everyone else. She often bragged about her degrees and experience and used clever and well thought remarks, insulting every listener.

 Dan saw through her partly, but not all the way, and that bothered him, to a great extent. He spent more time than he’d like to admit, thinking about her and trying to figure her out. Linzy joked that Dan thought so much about her, that he was “probably in love” and should “just get married already.”  One thing he knew for certain was Ms. Tripkin received a thrill to her own ego whenever she put others down– and how peculiar as an adult she would find thrill from putting students down. Perhaps she is lonely, maybe something tragic happened to her as a child, or maybe it’s a personality disorder. Dan tried to diagnose her with what he was learning in psychology class. “You’re not going to be able to fix her…” Linzy would say, “…she’s just a broken cookie.” 

“Initially, class, I want to convey how much I enjoyed your holiday gifts and the joy you all exude this season. Since you all worked arduously, and I assume you are getting exuberant about this being the concluding day before winter vacation, proceeding, I will not overburden you with too much homework. What I do expect is that you assimilate the information from your study tutorials, over this winter vacation, and fill out the assemblage of worksheets I distributed yesternoon. I realize with the holidays on the precipice, there are going to be many days in which you will miss out on the utility of my class, so I want to be assured that you still have an adequate amount of homeworkings to occupy yourselves with festively.” Ms. Tripkin liked to use big words, ones that didn’t flow naturally, and some that weren’t even real words, in an attempt to flaunt her intellect. It was all theatrical to Dan, and he despised the words coming out of her mouth. He was starting to notice a pattern, and it was clear that she misunderstood the meaning of vacation, which is a period of time devoted to pleasure, relaxation, and rest, not a time for more homework.

“Oh, and conclusively, I apologize if I offended any of you for speaking of the holidays. Some people are observing special days around the winter solstice,” she explained.

“You mean Christmas?” interjected Dan from his desk in the back of the classroom.

“I beg your pardon?” said Ms. Tripkin, in the sort of way in which Dan could tell she really did understand what he said but wanted to question him again so that he would rethink his words. Dan was sure of what he said, so he repeated it: “You mean Christmas!” This time it was a statement, not a question. “…This ‘holiday’ season you are referring to is Christmas, and the ‘holiday gifts’ are Christmas presents, and ‘winter vacation’ is really our Christmas vacation.” Dan was frustrated that Ms. Tripkin wouldn’t just say the actual name of the holiday which was on everyone’s mind..

“Excuse me, Dan, but we don’t use that terminology in my classroom.”

“Christmas?” Dan was becoming genuinely disgusted with her and was anticipating a bah humbug to crawl out of her mouth and around her plump face.

“Yes. I’m sure that many of us are in accordance with one another in that this term can be quite offensive to non-religious individuals.”

“What are you talking about Ms. Tripkin? I know that everyone in this class celebrates Christmas. You don’t have to be afraid to say it.” Anger was starting to boil within him. Ms. Tripkin’s refusal to say the word Christmas, and allude to it as some sort of curse word was ridiculous to Dan. “So, Ms. Tripkin, you are saying that we are not allowed to use the word Christmas in school because it can offend others?”

“Exactly!” she exclaimed. “We should use more inclusive language.”

“People are exposed to Christmas all the time. If you walk in a store you will see Christmas merchandise. If you turn on the radio, it’s Christmas. All the shows on TV are Christmas, and downtown is covered in…” Dan paused for a moment to wrack his mind for the right words “– Christmas lights and stupid candy canes!” Dan forcefully extended his hand in the direction he supposed was toward downtown. Accuracy wasn’t important at the moment.  

Ms. Tripkin’s face showed utter fury. “Leave right now!” ordered Ms. Tripkin, “I don’t like the way you are talking to me. Never use that tone again with me,” she ordered, leaning into Dan’s face. Her breath was rank. 

“Leave? What do you mean?” asked Dan.

“To the principal’s quarters!” She quickly changed her mind. “Actually, I would like to have a word with you out in the hallway, and I’d also like to use certain words with you, which I will refrain from, because we are in school.” Ms. Tripkin looked out among the students and gave an apology for the disruption of class. 

Dan could feel his heart pounding within his chest. He was shook. He was usually on Ms. Tripkin’s good side, and for the most part was quiet and very conscientious in her class, but today Ms. Tripkin’s refusal to admit that Christmas was the holiday was bothering Dan. Christmas was so tied to his parents and memories of them, so as to deny Christmas was to deny them. He felt he had no choice but to stand up against this grinch. 

Out in the hallway, Ms. Tripkin tried to rip into Dan’s soul with a piercing and reprimanding glare. “I am trying to teach a well-respected biology class.”

“It just bothers me that you refuse to use the word ‘Christmas’.”

“This is a biology class, and we are not going to talk about juvenile holidays.”

Dan tried to look past her insult to Christmas. “I wasn’t trying to talk about Christmas. I just wanted to make the point clear that Christmas is the holiday we are all celebrating.”

“Well, let me make a point clear…” She provided one of her patronizing smiles “…I am teaching a science class and science and religion DO NOT mix. Do I make myself translucent?”

“Many people celebrate Christmas without any religious events in mind, myself included, and even if someone doesn’t celebrate Christmas, I am going to wish them a Merry Christmas anyway. I want everyone to experience Christmas,” explained Dan. 

“Well, I am not a religious person, and I don’t celebrate Christmas, and even if I was religious, which I would never be because science disproves all such things, Christmas simply is a fatuous festivus.”

“Why?” Dan didn’t quite understand what she said, but he knew it wasn’t good. 

“I just don’t believe in its principles– ‘love,’ ‘joy,’ ‘peace on Earth’? Give me a break! That’s a fairytale. There is no special love congruent with Christmas.”

“I thought I heard you thanking your students for gifts. A gift is an act of love,” Dan defended.

“Actually, not even one student has given me a gift, just to solidify the record.”

“That’s sad,” said Dan, surprised by Ms. Tripkin’s rare moment of vulnerability. He understood why no one gave her a gift though. She was just not nice. 

“You know what else is sad?” Ms. Tripkin cracked her insidious smile. He could tell something bad was about to be announced.

“What?” asked Dan.

“You are spending your next hour in in-school detention.” Then she added, in the most mocking of tones, “Oh, and Merry Christmas, Daniel Bailey.”

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Detention was a complete hour meant for punishment and reflecting on one’s behavior. To Dan it was a place to finish his history homework due third period. Detention was always thought of as a terrible place, but to Dan the detention room had to be the most peaceful room in the entire school. There was nothing expected of one except to be quiet, and calming silence filled the room, except for the brush of the radiator which was actually a relaxing sound. He thought it would be the perfect place to finish his homework, but he didn’t realize how the peacefulness of the room would eventually lull him to sleep. He tried to focus on his homework, but he became very sleepy and could not concentrate at all. Keeping his eyes open was a chore. Despite the chairs in the detention room being still and hard, students fell asleep in them all the time, and so did Dan.

When the third period bell rang, Dan awoke suddenly, startled. He was very confused. He was disoriented, expecting only to awake from sleep in his bed, not at school. He never fell asleep in school. Within a couple of seconds, which to him felt much longer, as the confusion weighed on his mind, he realized what had happened. He was afraid that he had slept too long. He looked at the clock mounted above him on the wall. He was so confused that it took him more than just a glance to realize what time it was. According to the clock it had only been about an hour, but it sure seemed longer than that. He had slept so deeply, it felt as though a day had already passed by. He knew that with how tired he had been lately, he could have easily slept through a day, or two, or all twelve days of Christmas for that matter.  

Dan came back to his senses and looked out the window. Rain was sprinkling the parking lot. He glanced at the clock one more time.  It’s time for history class. I’ve got to go! He grabbed his books off his desk and ran down the hallway. Upon running, he accidentally bumped right into Linzy, who was coming around the corner. Both of them dropped their books. They got down on their knees to try and pick them up. The supposed grandma getting run over by a reindeer was nothing compared to getting trampled on by a moving herd of freshmen and a stampede of upperclassmen. 

“Forget the books,” said Linzy. “We’ve got to get to class. We’ll fetch them later.” As Linzy raced away, grabbing Dan by the arm, she waved back at her textbooks on the floor. “Stay safe. Make wise choices. I love you.” She blew a kiss. 

“Are you talking to your textbooks?” Dan questioned. He knew the answer. Of course she was. That’s just how Linzy was— playful beyond comparison. There were mere seconds left of their three minute transition, between classes, and the classroom for history was at the other end of the school. They walked as fast as they could, trying not to run, for they didn’t want to get in trouble for doing so. Despite all his good intentions, Dan already felt he was on the school’s short list of problematic students, thanks to Ms. Tripkin. 

Soon the hallways cleared. Everyone had already made it to their classes, so nothing stood in their way until they reached the east wing. The east wing was the part of Hodge High that was currently occupied by hundreds of short and smelly middle school students. Normally the middle schoolers met in their own building, but this season the middle school building had suffered from some pipes freezing and breaking, causing lots of damage. Now, unfortunately, they had to join the crowds of students at Hodge High. Both Dan and Linzy stood staring into the hallway congested with youngsters. Their mouths dropped open in response to the scene. The middle school was on a five minute time delay from the high school. 

“There’s so many of ‘em. How are we going to get to the other side?” It was like they were standing at the edge of a sea of people. All they had to do was get to the other side, but there was no path in sight, no boat to carry them over the tumultuous waves. The place was more congested than a nasal passage during the nastiest winter cold. “We’re definitely going to get in trouble for being late. What can we do?”

“What? What was that?” Linzy shouted. She couldn’t hear Dan over the chaotic mess of students.

“What can we do?” he raised his voice. 

“Well, we are just going to have to charge through them,” definitively stated Linzy.

“Charge?”

“That’s right.” Linzy, preparing, moved behind Dan. He was somewhat confused. To him, charging meant running really fast without stopping, like a bull aggressively running towards his fighter. Dan assumed there was no way Linzy actually meant charge as though they were in the Plaza de Torros, but he was wrong. Gripping Dan’s backpack, her head bent low to shield her face from any flailing limbs, she cried, “Charge!” She was serious. Dan made sure his feet had a tight grip on the floor. The muscles of his upper body became very tense, and in his eyes there was a look of ambition and aggression. Suddenly Dan charged through the crowd of middle schoolers with his feet pacing like a bull and his chest flexed to steel. It was a success!

All of this caught Linzy by surprise. She half expected Dan not to play along. It was a fifty-fifty chance with Dan. Sometimes he’d buy into her wild propositions, and other times he was more reserved and sensible. This time he had taken her quite seriously, and his fierce aggression really stuck out to her. She liked it. He provided a way for her to get to class. However, all through the charge, Linzy kept repeating, “I’m sorry… Excuse me.” She wanted to be an example to the younger students of beauty and grace, not a raging bull.  

A brief sense of relief hit both of them as they emerged from the arena and their classroom door was before them, and it was still open! They quietly walked, a bit ashamedly, over to their desks and sat down. The teacher, Mr. Hallowath, was talking to the class of students, but he became silent as Dan and Linzy entered the room.

“Excuse me,” he said, “but you two are late. May I see your hall passes?” Those words struck anger into Dan. It was like Mr. Hallowath was playing some sort of game. The more students he could get in trouble, the more points he scored.

“Don’t have one,” said Dan.

“Don’t have one? Don’t have one?” he repeated to himself.

“The hallways were very crowded with middle schoolers and it was very difficult to get through—” 

“I don’t want to hear any excuses. You should be ashamed. How did everybody else make it here on time?” he asked.

“Because—”

“It doesn’t matter now. I will see both you and Linzy after school in detention.” 

Dan’s anger was boiling, but he quietly sat down at his desk and opened his history book. He couldn’t even find the right page, for he was so upset and unable to concentrate. 

Linzy leaned over and whispered to Dan, “I think Ms. Tripkin and Mr. Hallowath just need Jesus.” He didn’t know what to make of her remark, but it really captivated him. It seemed to come out of nowhere. What did she mean by that, and did he need Jesus too? What does Jesus have to do with anything? Dan wasn’t particularly religious. He had a hard time grappling with the idea of a loving God after the death of his parents, and so never really explored the topic. 

“I will be coming around to collect the homework now,” Mr. Hallowath announced. Dan opened his notebook and stared upon a blank piece of paper, remembering that he had fallen asleep while trying to do the homework during detention. That was not good, but Dan could almost brush it aside, for he kept thinking, how can Linzy tell if someone needs Jesus? 

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