The school bus wheezes to my corner. The door opens and I step up. I am the first pickup of the day. Where to sit? I've never been a backseat wastecase. We pass janitors painting over the sign in front of the sign in front of the high school. All 9th graders are herded into the auditorium. Pg. 3-4
I am an Outcast. There is no point in looking for my ex-friends. Our clan broke. I search for someone to sit with when a gray jock buzz cut, whistle around a neck thicker than his head. Pg. 5
I grab a seat. Another wounded zebra turns and smiles at me. She's packing at least five grand worth of orthodontia, but has great shoes. Pg. 5
Hi, I'm Heather from Ohio.
My first class is biology. I can't find it and get my first demerit for wandering the hall. It is 8:50 in the morning. Only 699 days and 7 class periods until graduation. Pg. 6