At lunch I sat with Marie and Talley, like always. It was pizza day, and Talley had three slices on his plate to keep up his weight. He had a match coming up in a few days, which meant he had to bulk up if he could. I wasn’t sure he was all that great a wrestler, to be honest, but he could pin a guy to the mat in seconds and was stubborn enough—and big enough, let’s face it—to keep the guy down for the count.
Marie had a salad. Compared to Talley’s plate, hers looked like nothing. I had a slice of pizza and fries—not healthy, my mom would say, but the school thought fries were a vegetable and who was I to argue? Dipping a few fries into ketchup, I hoped I sounded nonchalant when I asked, “So have you guys started your blog project?”
Talley snorted into his pizza and didn’t answer. Marie
