So anyway, heres a story I wrote when I still wrote stories

n My face is smashed into my left folded arm. My skin smells like salt and the condensation from my breath is forming a puddle on the fiberglass desk. I have my right arm stretched out and my thumb in the upright position. The classroom is quiet. I cahear footsteps around me. I feel a presence. Then…yes! A sweaty hand pushes my thumb down. I leave it down. I keep my eyes closed. I'm not gonna cheat and check out sneakers. OK yes I am. Nike Pumps. It's a boy. Oh man a boy picked me? What? OK.

The teacher announces 'heads up'. I pick my head up and open my eyes. I have to blink a few times so my eyes can adjust to the sunlight from the windows. I stand up. I was picked. I look at the seven up front by the blackboard. Five boys and two girls. All five of the boys are wearing the same Nike Pumps. Now I have to go on the sweaty factor. Lets see, all the boys look sweaty. It is June after all and there is no air conditioning in this school. The teacher has the lights off to give the illusion that its cooler then it is. I think its smelly rob. That's what I say. Rob. It was him. He sits down and I go up to the front of the class by the blackboard. I lick my finger and draw an EK in the chalk dust on the blackboard, like I always do when I'm close enough to it. The teacher knows I do this. She doesn't seem to mind. I like being near the blackboard. Blackboards are neat.

The teacher announces 'heads down, thumbs up'. I blow lightly on my hand to make sure it is not sweaty. I'm smart so I walk around to the back of the classroom, take my time. I'm going to sneak up behind someone so they cant identify my purple Keds. I decide to pick the hottie Keith who sits in the back a.) because he is tall and b.)because he is cool. I take my index finger and poke at his thumb. Then I walk away behind him and around the classroom. The teacher rolls her eyes at me because I am always the last one done, with everything. I smile at her when I get back to the front and mouth the word 'done' to her.

The teacher says 'OK heads up'. Some of the kids say 'finally' and look at me in an irritated way. I just smile. Keith goes first. 'Eileen duh cause it took so long'. 'DAMN IT!' I said a little to seriously and marched angrily back to my desk.
The teacher says 'EILEEN!'
'Sorry.'
'You got a warning.' She says.
'OK'.