The Cold War-Personal Narrative

The more I thought about this stuff though, the more I didn’t like where my thoughts headed. So again, I tried to block it all out of my mind for the time being thinking that a little break from all this negativity might just be what I needed to refocus myself. So, I decided to concentrate my thoughts on what I needed to do to get my driver’s license and some wheels already. I definitely knew that it meant being on my best behavior for now on if I wanted my parents to be the ones to buy me a car. Otherwise it meant I would be turning to the want ads where New York’s version of Ray Boone might be lurking and would soon be trying his damnedest to slide a finger or two down the crack of my ass. Also, there was college next fall I had to start …show more content…
When I had arrived I knew that I might be possibly walking into a lion’s den after what had happened last Friday so my guard was definitely up. A cold war was one thing, but after I had messed up Keri’s face and split open Hallie’s lip I reckoned at least on their part they’d want retribution and vengeance had. I had no doubt what-so-ever though that Keri and Hallie had by now recruited Harlin, Erik, and Donnie to help them seek payback. Especially, given that they had already thought I was the one responsible for trashing Harlin’s locker with the spoiled milk. So, I was pretty confident that they would be onboard with whatever the bitches had cooked up for …show more content…
Maybe, it was just because I was growing more-and-more confident that nobody was going to screw with me, or maybe it was just a positive aspect of my new-found dementia that I’d questioned myself slipping into. Maybe I wasn’t actually in school at all but was sitting in the park completely naked and feeding Alka-Seltzer and laxatives to pigeons. Fifth period eventually rolled around and I was off to lunch. When I had sat down at my table I saw that the squirrels were back. They were whipping around the maples chasing each other in circles. I had wished that I could be out there with them, carefree and whimsical—not forced march through my school day. It was such a nice day too. I had thought we might’ve been experiencing an Indian summer because my mama had told me that autumn comes early to New York. Anyway, my point was that it had become too nice of a day to be wasted in this hell hole. Katelyn had showed up at lunch early, which was nice—she’s usually fashionably ten minutes late. She wore a mirthful, little smile on her face when she saw me and had on a denim skirt that surprisingly wasn’t black but a dark blue. She quickly sat down in the chair next to me and said, “What’s going on slugger?” and I couldn’t help but crack a little laugh knowing that some kind of smart-ass comment would be the first thing out her