DAYS turned into a week, and weeks turned into a month. I saw the change in Quinn slowly. I didn't hear any fighting. Sometimes, he still skips class but attends most of them—no detention for him since we last talked. But Quinn stopped approaching me -- maybe because I told him to fix himself first. When I see him in the hallway, he would look away or turn his back. Like today, I was getting my book for Science. He was about to open his locker when he saw me, changed his mind and kept walking instead.
"Quinn's changing, I see. His attendance is still not the best, but at least he's coming more often," El said.
I sighed and shut my locker, then turned the combination lock.
"If he doesn't want to go to class, that's his choice."
"I also heard he completed all his pending homework -- as
