there?
Miguel types, Iâm here.
âAnyone in a hurry tonight?â I ask. âLetâs just stay here another twenty minutes and see if this person texts back.â
Everybodyâs game, so we kick back and wait. It takes ten minutes. Then Ping!
I canât fall asleep. I can never fall asleep.
That must be really frustrating.
Youâre still there? I thought you guys got off at nine.
We do. But if you know that, why do you text after weâre closed?
I donât know. Then a few seconds later. Because I canât fall asleep. I just keep thinking and thinking, and it makes me feel like Iâm going crazy.
Are you stuck on a thought tonight?
Itâs embarrassing.
No worries. This is anonymous.
I keep having nightmares about that lockdown. I wake up all sweaty and panicky. Thinking about it makes it hard to fall asleep.
That sounds awful.
Seems ridiculous that itâs still bothering me.
I bet youâd find other people are still reacting from the lockdown too. Have you talked to any of your friends?
Well, thatâs the other thing. Iâm losing my best friend.
Tell me more.
Sheâs just moving on. That happens, I know. But it sucks.
Agreed. Have you talked to her about it?
No. But whatâs she gonna say? Sheâs too nice to hurt my feelings. I can just tell sheâs moving on. Too bad this thing is anonymous. Iâd like to link bathroom-lunch-eating girl with losing-my-best-friend girl.
That must make you sad.
Yeah. Then a few seconds later, Iâll let you go. Thanks for staying late for me.
Sure.
12
The next morning in homeroom, Garth stops at my desk before the bell rings. I stare at his Nikes for ten seconds before I register that heâs there to talk to me. His feet are the size of tennis rackets. âGot a question for you.â
âIt better not be about the physics exam, because I know nothing!â I feel like crapâIâm wearing sweats and a baseball cap to hide my unwashed hair. âI tried to cram last night when I got home, but it was too late and I couldnât concentrate for anything.â
âPhysics is a nightmare,â Garth agrees. âBut thatâs notââ
âIâm gonna fail.â I cut him off. âMy parents are gonna kill me!â My voice is shrill. Iâve never been this unprepared for a test.
I must sound panicked, because some scrawny kid I donât even know says, âI got a cram sheet if you want to see it.â Heâs wearing a heavy jacket, so big that it could practically swallow him up.
âFor physics,â he asserts again, shifting his camera strap. Those yearbook kids wear cameras like accessories. âYou can use my cram sheet.â He pulls some crumpled papers out of his backpack.
âThank you,â and then I pause. I canât remember if his name is Simon or Samuel, which is embarrassing because Iâve had science classes with him since sophomore year. I take the papers from him. Looks like a worksheet of some kind.
âNo prob.â He smiles and moves on.
âAnd who says people arenât nice these days?â I scan the page, realizing how little I know about todayâs test and how royally screwed I am.
âGabiââ Garth pauses like heâs uncomfortable. âYou think Janae has a boyfriend?â
âWhere did that come from?â I look up from the cram sheet, surprised. âAnd why do you care?â
âWill you ask her?â Garthâs cheeks turn pink.
âDepends. What do I get in return?â I just might have fun with this.
âHow middle school!â Janae complains, trying to hide a smile with her hand. âHe canât ask me himself?â
I turn to my locker and twist the knob. âMaybe heâs just shy.â
âShy, my ass. How âbout coward-ish?â
âThatâs not even a word,â I tell her.
âSo? You know what I mean, so it
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