Gift
I wait for Kenny on top of the ramp. It’s early, but still there’s a few people outside, sitting on the railings or leaning up against a light post. He doesn’t show up. I’m not gonna bother knocking on his door. Mostly likely, since he got kicked out of our moving-up ceremony yesterday, he decided not to go today. Me, I’d rather be at school. I’d rather be anywhere than Slowbomb, actually.
I spot Tamera coming out of Papí’s store with a couple of her girls. I don’t know how she plans to walk all the way up Elm Street with those tight jeans on, but I’ll gladly walk behind her and find out.
Today’s only a half day for the eighth-graders who’ve graduated. We’ll get our yearbook from our homeroom teacher, hang out in the gym, and then there’s a barbecue for us.
“Stop by Mr. Bulford’s
