Well, this semester Mrs. Plante’s really riding my ass. Giving me s**t about my focus in class. Keeps lecturing about how much potential I have as a writer. Blah. Blah. Blah.
She almost busted me yesterday.
I’d done a few bong hits at lunch and had a real sweet high going. Mellow, with nice colors. Then I went to class and sat near the window so I could watch the trees sway in the winter wind. I loved the way they bent with every gust and the high made the greens really pop.
“Joy.”
I kept staring.
“Joy?”
Janice kicked my chair and I sat upright.
“W-what?”
One kid sucked in a breath, imitating a toke on a joint. A few kids in the back snickered.
Mrs. Plante gave me the teacher stare. “Do you have any ideas for new articles?”
I shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe…” I tapped my chin. “Hey, th
