No Sliding on the Steps
Alli, Meg and I always walk to school together, so Monday was like every other day—almost. We laughed and talked all the way to school, mostly about boys and school and junk like that. Nothing special.
“Are you upset because of what Alex said about you?” Alli asked after a few minutes. “I would be. It was sort of mean.”
“No, I’m okay,” I told her. “It doesn’t matter, Alli. He’s gone anyway.”
“Hey,” Meg interrupted. “I meant to tell you that I love your hair today!” Leave it up to Meg to change the topic away from the sad conversation.
“Thanks, Meg. Mom bought me a new curling iron because my old one burned up. Anyway, I needed it to fix my shorter hair now.” I mean, since I left it plugged in and it caught my bathroom on fire. Friends don’t have to go into the details all the time. We finally got to school, and the grounds were packed with students hurrying around to get to their classes.
“See you guys later,” I call to Alli and Meg as they headed to the gym. My first class, Language Arts, was in the opposite direction and across campus.
“Hi, Mr. Roberts,” I said to my teacher as I walked up to him standing at the door to my class. He’s the tallest man I’ve ever see. I have to tilt my head way back to talk to him. He’s got to be 7 feet tall, at least. He’s nice, though, and usually gives me good grades. Mom says I earn them, but I think he just likes me because I’m me.
“Good morning, Lula. Did you have a good weekend?” He has a really deep voice. It sounds like it’s coming all the way up from his feet, which are huge!
“It was kind of frustrating. Hopefully, things will get better.”
“I’m sure it will.” We entered the classroom together. The kids were pretty noisy, but as Mr. Roberts entered, they started to quiet down. “Okay, class, settle down. I know you have a lot to talk about...