Survival Of The Fittest

"Yeah. Real enlightening." DeMarcus murmured. The bell rang not long after, with the classmates that weren't way too early filing in. He looked down at his own copy of the Grapes of Wrath, at the faceless figure of Tom Joad on the way back to his family's farm. He blew out a puff of air and steeled himself for the next hour of horseshit.

(DeMarcus Miller, continued elsewhere...)