10I couldn’t believe that Skye was smoking a cigarette just a block from school, right in front of the crossing guard. Class had just let out and we were walking to Ice Scream to get a smoothie. Olympic Boulevard is a busy street and I had to yell so she could hear me.
“Put the damned cigarette out. That is so stupid.”
“It’s not like we’re on school grounds,” she replied.
She let the cigarette dangle from her mouth and dropped an ash onto her binder.
When the light turned green, I let the woman with the shopping cart go first.
The crossing guard put his sign up but a van was turning left on a red light and Skye was walking right in front of it when I grabbed her arm.
“s**t!” I gasped. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you to look both ways?”
“He stopped didn’t he? Give me a break.”
I heard
