Overhead, the sky is a heart-shredding shade of gray. I walk over to the playing field nearby and sit down in the stands. Technically, we aren’t supposed to leave the cafeteria during lunch period, but lots of kids do. I don’t break my stride as I drop my heavy tray on a nearby table, abandoning my ruined lunch, and push through the double doors. Now he thinks we shouldn’t hang out as much. There’s another mystery: He used to be almost a brother to me. As I head toward the door, I dimly register my other ex–best friend, Marco, sitting with his soccer buddies. They think the Ice Age may have come on really fast.
Last year, we learned that scientists found this woolly mammoth frozen solid in a block of ice.
The clink and hum of other students talking and eating surrounds me as everyone else in the cafeteria carries on with their normal lives. She looks out into the crowded cafeteria as if she’s forgotten me already. She has her hand up to the side of her face and she’s looking at Artie and laughing.Īrtie picks up her lemonade and takes a sip. I tighten my grip on the orange plastic tray and watch Chang, but she doesn’t even glance my way. I wonder if the whole cafeteria can see inside my rib cage, where my heart is beating. Kelley tucks her blond hair behind her ear and casually looks over at me, and then all three girls crack up again. So, no, Artie didn’t do it on purpose - but did she really have to laugh?Īrtie leans over and says something to Kelley, who is sitting beneath a giant paper jack-o’-lantern. I guess I should be grateful that it wasn’t soup. The tray knocked up against my body, splattering my lunch against my shirt. I turned around with my tray, and Artie slammed into me. She’d been chatting with Chang, and neither one of them had been watching where they were going. I really do believe that Artie didn’t mean to cover me in lasagna. She didn’t do it on purpose, I tell myself as I watch my ex–best friend cross the cafeteria to sit with her new crowd. “OMG!” Chang lets out a laugh and the two of them walk away. Why didn’t I get the burger? But it wouldn’t have mattered. A noodle clings to my shirt for a moment, then drops onto my shoes with a tomato-sauce splat. I’m standing at the front of the cafeteria, covered in lasagna. King Kong Cupcakes (Banana-Coconut-Macadamia-Nut Cupcakes)Ĭonfession about That Confession: I Never Would Have Said Any of ThatĬonfession: I Think It Isn’t Time to Give Up Yet Florence, MA, for her support of local writersĬonfession: I Used to Wish that I Was ArtieĬonfession: This Isn’t My First Time in a Police CarĬonfession: The Top Five Things I Love about ThanksgivingĬonfession: Artie and I have Broken Up BeforeĬonfession: I Didn’t Tell Kyle the Whole Truth
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