My Eyore among wolves. I wanted to kiss your cheekbones to see if their sharpness would cut me. How many time did I ask you to pull your ponytail off so I could admire your long silky hair?
Psst. Mariiii. Psst.
I heard you the first time but your soft voice was music to my ears. I liked your attention, Our friendship. I turned around and you were holding up a Winnie the Pooh drawing.
What do you think?
Did you trace that?!
No, I mean, it’s really good. It looks just like him. That’s crazy, you just drew that?
Your cheeks are a high red now, and you pull at your stretched sleeves, trying to hide behind your hands.
Yeah..It’s for you. If you want it.
Thank you! That’s so beautiful, thank you.
I put the pencil drawing inside my folder, careful not to place it against another paper that has writing on it and around to look at Ms. Rosen again.
Hey, did you guys hear? Vicky comes over and puts her arm around my shoulder. I take her hand and push it off.
About Apenimon, he’s dead.
I feel light-headed, like someone yanked my brain, heart and stomach in three different directions. I want to throw up.
What are you talking about?! I ask impatiently, with attitude, placing my hands on my waist. No time for this nonsense.
Yeah, he was playing Russian roulette last night and shot himself. His moms found him in his room. Crazy… Hey did you guys do the math homework?
Yeah, but I don’t get number 7.
I keep walking, dragging my legs with me.
One, click. Two, click. How many times does it take to get to the middle of the –