Unconditional Page #3

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in a five-mile grid?

Here's a news flash for you...

all the bangers

wear red down there.

You're grasping at straws,

Miss Crawford.

Look, I'm no racist,

but I am a realist.

This is The Commons.

They throw a party if a boy

makes his 21st birthday,

because he's defying the odds.

Did you ever play

with pit bull pups?

They're so cute, cuddly.

Then they grow up.

They become what nature

intended them to be.

They can't help it.

I think about those kids

you picked up,

and I wonder

what they might become.

You might take solace

in this thought.

The man that killed your

husband's probably already dead.

Thank you, Detective.

So you started your new book?

Oh, no, it's just an idea.

It's nowhere near ready.

Well, I would love to hear.

I'll be nice.

Come on.

All right.

But it's rough.

Once upon a time,

there lived a little oriole

named Firebird,

and Firebird just lived

for the sunshine.

He would bask

in that glow for hours.

But when the rains would come,

he would complain to his mama.

He wanted to know why

God gave the storms power

to take away the sun.

And his mama would

just smile at him and say,

"You'll know someday

when you take a walk

on the clouds."

Now, over and over again,

the rains would come,

and over and over again, little

Firebird would complain to his mama.

Until one day,

a huge storm rolled in,

and his mama had

a different answer.

She said, "It's up there

waiting for you.

You just have to see it

for yourself."

Now, little Firebird

was scared.

He hadn't used his wings

much at all.

Yet he went up

into the great unknown.

But instead of answers,

he was met with lightning

and thunder and a howling wind.

He feared

it would rip him apart.

He was about to turn back

when it happened.

He broke through the clouds,

and there it was,

more beautiful than ever.

And in that moment,

it all became clear.

No storm could

take the sun away.

The sun was always shining.

It was as constant

as his mother's love.

He just needed to take

a walk on the clouds.

Firebird.

Well, that's not bad

for a start.

You gotta write this, Sam.

Excellent work

this time around, guys.

I'm really,

really proud of you.

I will be posting

your names in The Commons,

so everybody can see

how wonderful you all are.

First up, a man

who flat-out rocked it,

who came up in four classes,

Snuffy.

Great job. Great job.

Bernard.

Peach, Chloe, Keisha,

Trent, and Willis.

Excellent work.

You owe me some of that.

Oh, really?

Enlighten me.

Five "A"s, baby.

Is that right?

Yes, sir.

Hmm...

Never saw any proof, Einstein.

'Cause I don't want

my name up on that board.

Mmm, and why is that?

Got my reasons.

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