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Were all schools the same? Brick walls lined with metal lockers? While playing football, we rarely went through other schools. But every locker room mimicked the other. They all stank, too.
“Let’s go, Henry!” Dexter hollered at me as they headed towards the doors to go outside for fresh air.
As I walked past the table with Vivian and Holly Hobbie, she looked up and our eyes locked. I felt a small smile on my face. Her eyes looked like the sky when a storm rolled in.
“What are you looking at?” She sneered.
Blowing out a hard breath, I walked past her and dumped the contents of my tray into the trash, then tossed the tray on top of the others and walked out.
What a brat! Maybe that was why she was always alone.
I joined my friends outside and tossed around a football until the bell rang. Heading back inside, we walked to our lockers, grabbed our backpacks, and headed to Algebra.
The blond entered the room before us and I stopped in front of her desk, flashing her my best smile.
“Hey, your mama’s so ugly when she went to a haunted house, she came out with a job application.”
My friends howled with laughter as she looked up and spoke in a flat voice. “My mom’s dead.”
Her words left me dumbfounded as an awkward silence blanketed the classroom.
“Mr. Walsh, I suggest you get in your seat before the bell rings.” Mrs. Gold’s voice filled the void.
“Yes, ma’am.” I walked over to my desk and flopped into the chair as the bell rang.
Mrs. Gold launched into attendance and then walked to the board, putting up a problem for us to review and solve. My pencil moved on the paper but I couldn’t stop thinking about blondie.
Tapping Victoria’s shoulder, I leaned over my desk to whisper. “What do you know about her?”
She turned her head, confusion all over her face. “Who?”
I thumbed to the blond.
Victoria’s eyes rolled. “She smells like a barn animal.” She whispered back. “Why?”
“Mr. Walsh and Miss Parks, care to share with the class?” Mrs. Gold’s eyes were hard. “Or perhaps you’d like to teach?”
“No, ma’am.” I sat back.
“Thanks to Mr. Walsh and his rudeness, you will have homework today.”
The class lobbed pencils and paper balls at me, groaning, before we all focused on the lesson again.
Well, maybetheydid. My thoughts were elsewhere.
Did she have a stepmom? I didn’t think she smelled like a barn animal when I walked past her. Maybe she lived with her grandparents?
The only grandparents I had were my dad’s parents, and they both passed away when I was in kindergarten. I never got toknow them, but I remembered hearing my grandpa telling my dad they stayed away because of my mom.
My mom was a huge bitch. She was greedy, selfish, and manipulative.
I hated it. I hated her.
Wally and Dexter’s moms were completely opposite, and when I needed a mom, that’s who I turned to.
“You can go on your merry way, Margie. I’m not stopping you.”
“Fine. Agree to pay alimony and child support and I’ll leave.”
