Cheryl

Ziggy leans against my locker:

“Wanna cut class? My
brother’s across the street.”

I say, “Kramer’s giving a test.”

 

“Like I care.”

 

“I studied till two.”

 

“One zero. It’ll average in.”

 

“I get paid for As.”

 

Ziggy pops NoDoz and Sleep-Eze.

 

“Mick would have a fit if he saw you.”

 

“Who’s going to tell him?”

 

Not me.

“No one gets it. Enlisting was
like sleeping with some girl.”

I get it, Ziggy.