Chapter Twenty-Seven

“Jaxsen.” Jaxsen was snapped from his thoughts by the sound of his name.

“Ma’am?”

“Answer the question, please.”

“Question?” He began to fidget with his fingers. Twisting them nervously around each other. Basil watched his hands, the sight making him dizzy. He resisted the urge to set his hands on top of his friend’s. He glared at Mrs. House. Didn’t she know why he’d been absent?

“Yes.” The teacher crossed her arms impatiently, not giving anything away.

“Um…” He looked around the room helplessly.

“Since Mr. Michaels cannot seem to answer the question, can anyone else inform him?” A snobby girl from the first row raised her hand. “Greta?” The teacher called.