When I got home and I flipped on the TV and watched for a few hours, intermittently checking the internet or doing homework. There was a dull pain developing in my stomach that made me think I was getting sick. There was track practice after school, but I decide to ditch and go home instead. I had Spanish and my “Creative Cooking” class. We talked and ate until the bell rang then we both went to our separate classes. All I could do was look around at all the other kids in the library – try-hards finishing assignments, nerds playing Magic the Gathering, quiet brains reading in the corner. Teenage boys never know what to say when it really matters. “Honestly, it’d be a sweet release.” Those were her exact words. Her parents had been fighting a lot lately, she confided in me.
We were eating lunch in our school’s library (we always eat there, it’s our tradition). She’s only known me for four months but I like to think that because I know her so well that she gets just as much out of our friendship. Then I had equally boring adventures in English, US history, and physics. My first class was Algebra 2 and God, was it boring. I’ve had my curse for several years - though it was just a month ago that it began. You have the certainty that what you do today will continue to be what you did today when you wake up tomorrow morning. You don’t get to try again because what you do has permanence. There’s a certain poetry in that, although most people don’t see it. You, like most people, experience every day once. Tomorrow could be Tuesday too, but I won’t know until I get there.
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