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Untitled – (Chapter: Chapter Twelve)
Spencer, Ashley, and Glen were hanging out at the library. “Is that history teacher still giving you a hard time, sis?” Glen asked with curiosity. If he is, tell me what car he drives and I’ll slash his tires for you.
“Not really,” answered Spencer. He’s still an ass to me, but it’s not as bad as it used to be. He’s just afraid that Ash will come and crash the class. Ashley let out a light chuckle and Spencer asked, “What are you looking for, Ash?” Ashley was looking through an old yearbook.
“I’m looking to see if the yearbook can provide us with any answers for the asshole history teacher mystery,” Ashley stated simply. As for slashing the tires, Carlin I can do that myself. I work alone. Ashley was about to flip the page, however Spencer stopped her from doing so.
“Wait,” said Spencer. Stay on the page for a minute.
“Sure thing,” Ashley replied. See something that stands out? Spencer recognized a picture of interest.
“Yeah, I do actually,” began Spencer.
“That looks like Mom and Dad,” Glen stated. So Mom and Dad went to King High? Maybe that’s why she wanted to move back to California. Who knows?
“It seems so,” responded Spencer as she saw a picture of her parents together. It sure looks like them. They almost look a happy couple.
“Take a look at this,” Glen said. Your teacher’s last name is Jackson, right? Spencer nodded in confirmation and Glen continued, “Jackson took this picture of Mom and Dad during polls. This must have some significance.”
“It’s all coming together now,” replied Spencer. He probably had a thing for her back then and he told her how he felt. She most likely crushed him since she did wind up staying with Arthur. Who knows? It’s all really speculation.
“Just because Paula broke the loser’s heart doesn’t mean he has to be an asshole to you, Spence,” Ashley pointed out. You weren’t the one who broke his heart or did whatever Paula did. It’s not like we can choose our parents to begin with. If we did, what are the chances we still with the parents we have right now.
“I guess I remind him of her,” stated Spencer simply. I don’t know what other theory to think that explains why he hates me so much. I wish we could choose our own parents. It would make things so much easier.


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