The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

"Hi!" The girl carried the bag, opened the crowd, and walked to a boy who was ready to say goodbye to junior high school, "Jackson!"

After the principal's lengthy graduation speech, everyone dispersed quickly. After a while, the two people at the front of the ceremony venue appeared in the crowd. Eight ▼ one? Chinese ★? Wenwen www.81zw.com?

"It's finally over!" The girl smiled, seeming to be in a stage where she had nothing to say.

"Yeah." Jackson (Bishop's son) glanced at each other.

He made the graduation speech, so he had to sort out and prepare for the final photo. It is not because his surname is Bishapu. As an outstanding student, his family can give donations. As for himself, the only thing that can be left to this school is this face.

"Then ..." The girl's ink smiled. "I guess, after the summer, you will go to Rept."

Jackson glanced at each other again and nodded. "Probably." Jackson looked at the layout on the podium of the venue. In order to symbolize the future's good intentions, um, or other thoughts, the school invited former outstanding students. The platform, of course, because Jackson is Bishapu and is a member of the real owner of the West Side, so the people who come are also representatives of those in the West Side, and regular communication is still underway at this time.

Lola and Kepler? No joke, if Kyle is still there, it may be him. Now, it's Blake Stone who is chatting with the school leaders on it.

Jackson looked at the joy of Blake talking with the school leaders. He felt irritable and looked at the girl. He took the initiative and said, "You know people like us, tradition." Jackson's face laughed at himself, "Since I was young , Stay around and watch, and then almost, thrown to the North District. "Jackson looked at each other," How about you? "

The girl laughed, she always laughed, just because of Jackson ’s initiative to talk more, and she was happier. "Ah ~" The girl turned her head to the side, and slid the head that fell on her chest behind her ear, because of age. Do n’t think too much about the hardware relationship, there is no adult intention, just the little girl is shy.

"I'm not your kind." She shrugged and smiled. "It should be staying in the West End. After finishing high school and getting a diploma, I can find a job."

Jackson doesn't understand this kind of life arrangement very well. He doesn't think that future high school graduation has anything to do with work. ★ ??? Bayi Chinese Network. ww.81zw.com? It should be said that Jackson knows that he is different from the other, but his mind is not mature enough to understand that this difference is the difference between the top and the base of the pyramid.

"Very good." Jackson can only say what he can understand, "closer to the house." He rubbed his lips, "I heard that the high school cafeteria is disgusting, only burgers and fried chicken."

The girl laughed again, her shoulders trembling, "Jack (abbreviated), if there weren't people like you, our school would only have these!"

Jackson raised his eyebrows as if he had taken it for granted.

The hierarchical differentiation in the Western District has been explained many times and will not be repeated. All we need to know is that because of this default hierarchy concept, the West End is the only place where these rich children can enjoy preferential treatment, or that they will be treated differently. In the North District, no one cares that they are rich three generations, everyone is the same.

"Well--" the girl lengthened her voice. "Well, do you have any plans later?" She bent her eyes. "Graduated, is there any celebration?"

Jackson looked at Blake, who was still being found in front of him, and shook his head. "Probably not." Graduation from junior high school is really not something to celebrate, in Jackson's opinion.

The key point is, "We will have a party later, are you coming?" The girl invited.

"Party? Where?" Jackson was interested. His life was boring. By contrast, the lives of these students were much more interesting.

"Do you know the old funeral home to the southwest?" The girl lowered her voice and leaned in front of Jackson. "Grand, probably this name."

Jackson raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "I know." He knows Grande in the South, but it makes no difference. Anyway, it's Grande. He thought about it, "I remember it wasn't going to be demolished. ?"

"Yeah." The girl nodded. "But not yet. I heard that it will be demolished in the fall. No one cares about that place now." The girl bent her mouth. "Be good ~"

"What's the use?" Jackson was puzzled. An abandoned house was still on the edge of the cemetery. What could it do?

"Jack, think about it. Eight ▲ One ★ Middle? ■ WenWang.ww.81zw.com?" The girl's voice is smaller and closer together, it seems to be creating an atmosphere, "Cemetery, empty house , Morgue, some 'gadgets' ... "

Jackson frowned, party? Now it sounds more like a "haunted house adventure" made by a group of little guys.

"How is it?" The girl raised an eyebrow. "Are you here? Or are you afraid?" The girl's finger tapped Jackson's chest.

"Okay." Jackson smiled and shook his head. "When will I bring something?"

"Seven o'clock in the evening!" The girl was happy to return to normal volume, "Bring your wallet!"

Jackson sideways, still a natural expression. Almost, this is his only use in this group of people.

The girl carried her bag, "Then we will see you tonight!"

"See you at night." Jackson smiled and looked at his watch to confirm that he had time.

"Oh!" The girl suddenly turned around and lowered her voice again, "And, get rid of those who follow you!"

"You said I am a driver?" Jackson frowned, did he want him to walk over? !

"Yes! Your driver!" The girl smiled, "This is our party, we don't want a follower to disappoint!"

"Okay." Jackson shrugged. "I think of a way."

The girl finally smiled at him and turned away.

Jackson looked at the preparation before it was almost done, and walked to the stage under the greeting. Blake already smiled and embraced his lower two heads and shoulders, "Smile, Jackson."

The corner of Jackson's torn mouth curled up smoothly, giving a perfect smile to the flash of the camera.

Click!

This is the real end of junior high school.

"Jack!" Blake was very happy when he walked out of the venue with his arms around Jackson's shoulders. "How about? After graduation, you will be a high school student."

"What's the matter?" Jackson twisted his shoulders, trying to get rid of this shadow of life, to no avail, and gave up, "How can you be so happy."

Blake's face was distressed, "I'm going to be unhappy soon."

Jackson glanced sideways at Blake, shaking his head sympathetically, "Work? You shouldn't stay in Button, you should continue to study at the institute."

Remember the reason why Blake came back to Patton. He came back to wait for the application reply. Unexpectedly, he stayed in Patton like this, and it was a miscalculation.

Blake smiled. He was very optimistic about Jackson. The other peers were either as confused as Lola and Kepler, or too small to see anything. Naturally, the character Bogie was ignored. .

"I can't keep running away." Blake looked at Jackson and suddenly became serious. "From now on, you have to enjoy as much as possible."

"What do you enjoy?" Jackson looked at Blake suspiciously. "Graduating from junior high school?"

"Well." Blake nodded, looking serious. "From now on to college, it will be your most free time. After that, you will have nothing."

Jackson frowned, he could understand half. As he just said to the girl, before graduation from junior high school, people in the West End will keep their children around and watch them carefully. Life is in the Western District, under the eyes of the elders. When he starts high school, he will be thrown into the North District and will no longer care about their lives.

As for the half that cannot be understood, this is why this ‘freedom’ ends only at the university.

Blake pursed his lips, thinking about what to say, holding back for a long time, only saying, "Barton has no university." Somehow.

Blake apparently ignored the community college on the south side of Back Bay, standing too high to see the underlying things understandable.

Jackson seemed to think of something, looking at Blake's clearly meaningful eyes, thinking for a while, and nodding.

This is really true that the seniors are teaching the experience of the juniors.

Barton does not have a university, so after Raptor, these third generations of the Western District will spread out across the Federation. It was not the freedom to leave the Western District and be placed in the Northern District. It was in the Union, and it was a burden to represent the overall image of the Barton Central and Western Districts and their families.

Without the influence of the family that has been deeply entrenched in Barton City, they, these third generations who left Barton City, have no name, and their identity is their surname. Freedom no longer exists.

Blake felt a little relieved. Sure enough, Jackson could understand it. He patted Jackson's shoulder and walked to his car. Blake was still troubled by the work of the mayor's office. This time back to his alma mater platform, it was a little relaxation, now he has to go back and continue working hard for Anthony's career.

"Hey!" Jackson had already seen his driver open the door, waiting for him to get in, "Blake!"

"Well?" Blake turned. "What?"

"Are you at night again?" Jackson shrugged. "I need someone to send a party."

Blake glanced at the Bishapu car parked in front, smiled helplessly, and just said that he wanted to let the other party enjoy freedom, and the result would become an accomplice.

"Okay, when?" Blake agreed. Although he appreciated Jackson's understanding, he was only a child of 14 or 5 years old.

"Six-thirty." Jackson thought for a while, "Come and pick me up, when he arrives ..." He said nothing, squinting his eyes.

Looking at Jackson's expression, Blake smiled. "I know, I won't disturb you."

Jackson nodded, quite smoothly. (To be continued.)