My alarm clock sounded. Amateur porn “Yeah, well, you know how she is.” I answered, though I had just seen a side of her that had remained hidden for all the years of us being friends. Her dirty blonde hair flowed elegantly to her shoulders, paradoxically looking both carelessly beautiful and precisely arranged. Remember how she threw a fit once because Redwood’s cafeteria didn’t have fucking chocolate soy milk? And,” I added, “I could’ve forgotten and just be a stalker.”
“Uh-uh.” She said surely. There was something strange about her parents’ request; they’d never seemed this strict when Sara and I were at Redwood; plus, the logic didn’t make any sense. “Thanks.” I said, returning to my table. “No, um, sit down.”
“I think I’m gonna get a drink, first.” I told her. “I understand. “Yup.” She confirmed, not getting the double entendre. “What’s wrong with your sister?” I asked. And track.”
“What events?” I wondered aloud. Yes? Not much happened in seventh, but we went on a class trip to D.C. My parents are threatening to send me to a boarding school if I don’t get straight A’s in freshman year and Myers’s class is the only thing standing in my way.”
“Sara, I’m not doing your homework for you.” I said firmly, choosing not to mention how what she said didn’t make any sense.
