23. August. 2007.
There's a pretty girl in my class who's been getting kicked out quite often. I decided to go with her so I sat down next to her in the hallway.
"What'd you do?" she asks me as I take my seat.
"I... I walked out."
She raises her eyebrow, which I notice is very thin and curvy, making her brown eyes pop with much enthusiasm behind her emotions and expressions.
"With my legs. And feet," I elaborate. But she still holds that confused, weirded-out façade. After a few moments, she looks out at the blank, white wall in front of us.
"Wanna smoke?"
"Smoke what?"
She laughs pleasantly. "Tobacco."
"No, thank you. I'll go with you, though."
"Bull. I don't like smoking alone. Weed's good. But you're buying." I nod and stand, following behind her with a casual speed.
"My name's Sonny, by the way." She says, her body cheating slightly towards me. "Sonny Dee."
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In the Days of Chapstick, Gum, and Soda
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