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Micah acknowledged the "teacher's" noncommittal avoidance with a grunt. If he had been allowed to bring an iPod or literally any kind of musical device, he would have, but his parents had physically pushed him through a literal metal detector before his dad drove him here.  Sadly, that meant no easily accessible musical entertainment, that he knew of at least.  Micah had Payton at "get out of my sight" and was already halfway out of his seat.  

Sure, Micah owned a backpack.  Yes, he had brought it with him even though it mostly contained a few sets of fresh jeans, undies, T-shirts, socks and toiletries.  Had he brought it to class? Hell no!  He slunk out of homeroom wordlessly, sauntering off down the hall to follow the bright, annoyingly helpful signs that pointed towards Geography.  At least they  knew enough about the subject to keep anyone but the dumbest students from getting lost.  Maybe not even the dumbest. A mere three minutes later, Micah found himself in the doorway for the geography classroom as he had arrived just after some girl who had said something about forbidden fruit to the last Teach.