I allow the next song to start without hitting “repeat”, again. With a furtive sigh, I begin reading The Catcher in the Rye; English homework. My eyes wander to the kids outside. Absent-mindedly, I find myself remembering the last time I went out.
It was a Thursday in early May. I had just trudged home from school, and some kids had followed me home.
Hey, Kris! They called, pelting paper at my back. I could hear their jeering laughter. Kris, come ride your bike with us!
Boo hoo, poor Kris! What did you eat at lunch today?
Didn’t you hear? One of them interupted with a smile. There was no food left in the school when he finished! Their laughter grew so loud that my mother came running out of the house, waving a broom at them.
Shoo! She yelled at their terrified faces. Leave him alone!
I didn’t go back to school after that; didn’t go outside. But, sometimes I think things would be better if I had.
But maybe, I’m wrong.