Jewel Peterson
I’ve always thought that Storm was such a nice guy. I think if I brought him home though, my parents, much less open-minded than in the hippie days when they named me, would throw a fit. I’ve always wanted to talk to him more, but he used to hang out with John Parker all the time, who I can’t stand.
I went on a date with that arrogant fucker. He was so sweet, said and did everything right. Then he let slip that he had already rented a motel room for us! After I turned him down, he still told all his friends that he slept with me. After three months, I still haven’t been able to shake that rumor.
I go out in the hallway, where Annie Stenta and Carrie Power are sitting on one of the benches. Annie is all crushed-out over some junior. It’s one of those stoner kids that sits at the edge of the parking lot and smoke cigarettes (and probably more) at the beginning and end of the day. She said she was trying to call him all night last night, but he wasn’t around. She’s telling me just how great he is, and how he loves to read poetry and books. I’m surprised this guy can even read.
I’m sick of hearing about this Steve guy, so I go farther down the hall to talk to Alex Brown, who I’ve had a crush on for like two years now. Alex is a total Dead-Head, someone my mom and dad would have loved for me to bring home at one point. Now they would just say, “He’s definitely on drugs, and we know, because we were like that.” He’s got it all, dread-locks, sandals and a VW van. When I first told him I was named after the song, “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds,” he said, “Far out!” and laughed for several minutes. He was probably stoned at the time.
I never smoked weed before, but I’m willing to try. Not that I’d ever do as much as Stephen Joyce, or even Alex, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. I mean, I’m sure you can’t really get addicted the first time. In Health class, they called it the “gateway drug,” and if you smoke marijuana, you’ll end up in the street with a heroin needle in your arm. I think that’s a little extreme.
I ask Alex what he’s doing after school, and he says, “Chillin’ like a villain,” all drawled out and cute, like he’s stoned right now. I ask him if he wants to hang out or something, and he says, “Sheeer.”
As I walk away, Carl Gallian starts talking to Alex.
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I’ve always thought that Storm was such a nice guy. I think if I brought him home though, my parents, much less open-minded than in the hippie days when they named me, would throw a fit. I’ve always wanted to talk to him more, but he used to hang out with John Parker all the time, who I can’t stand.
I went on a date with that arrogant fucker. He was so sweet, said and did everything right. Then he let slip that he had already rented a motel room for us! After I turned him down, he still told all his friends that he slept with me. After three months, I still haven’t been able to shake that rumor.
I go out in the hallway, where Annie Stenta and Carrie Power are sitting on one of the benches. Annie is all crushed-out over some junior. It’s one of those stoner kids that sits at the edge of the parking lot and smoke cigarettes (and probably more) at the beginning and end of the day. She said she was trying to call him all night last night, but he wasn’t around. She’s telling me just how great he is, and how he loves to read poetry and books. I’m surprised this guy can even read.
I’m sick of hearing about this Steve guy, so I go farther down the hall to talk to Alex Brown, who I’ve had a crush on for like two years now. Alex is a total Dead-Head, someone my mom and dad would have loved for me to bring home at one point. Now they would just say, “He’s definitely on drugs, and we know, because we were like that.” He’s got it all, dread-locks, sandals and a VW van. When I first told him I was named after the song, “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds,” he said, “Far out!” and laughed for several minutes. He was probably stoned at the time.
I never smoked weed before, but I’m willing to try. Not that I’d ever do as much as Stephen Joyce, or even Alex, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. I mean, I’m sure you can’t really get addicted the first time. In Health class, they called it the “gateway drug,” and if you smoke marijuana, you’ll end up in the street with a heroin needle in your arm. I think that’s a little extreme.
I ask Alex what he’s doing after school, and he says, “Chillin’ like a villain,” all drawled out and cute, like he’s stoned right now. I ask him if he wants to hang out or something, and he says, “Sheeer.”
As I walk away, Carl Gallian starts talking to Alex.
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