Chapter Nineteen
Walking with Charlie across campus was an experience. Texas State looked pretty much exactly the same. The same large fountain in the middle of the quad was there with students hanging out and sitting on the benches or under the large trees that circled the area. The only difference was the clothing and hair. I felt like I was in a John Hughes movie—the college version. I’d never seen so much permed and crimped hair in my life. And what was with all the blue jean jackets?
I gawked as we passed a guy with a pink Mohawk. He had a Walkman in one hand and a backpack slung over his shoulder. His spikey hair was so long and hard it seemed to hold up the headset. If he wasn’t careful with all that head bobbing, he was going to poke someone’s eye out.
I hugged my textbooks agai
