.°°Øde tø sçhøøL}}} I miss schooltime..the scent of dittos&pencil shavings-rubber soled parades down long linoleum,black speckled&scuffed hallways-strewn sophomoric lovenotes,where he asks her to be his girl..circle yes or no-god forbid he is forced to die if the reply isnt swift & yes-oh,how end of the world dramatic life seemed to be in the teens!-sharing locker combinations with the bestfriend you grew together with-shared lunch with-shared secret crushes with-shared discovering your first pubic hair with-the random solitary teacher clickclack goosestepping down the halls,faint then clear as belt beatings-that rhythm&noise only medium highheeled, beige nailpolished teachers were capable of-a cloud of jovan white musk following her around like a brown nosing extracurricular activity monger- getting away with sharing a cigarette before third period,flushing the smokey evidence down the very last stalls toilet- the sense of wonder felt when you discovered that the straightlaced human anatomy teacher that shared the consequences of carcinogens and you smoked the same brand- (she drives past,noticing your wide eyes and winks)- you two now have an unspoken bond-you decide it be best not to tell your mates about this-its too sacred to exploit-she is now human to you-you spend the rest of the year imagining what it would feel like to bum her a smoke,perhaps get on a firstname basis....i miss school days..
Posted on: Fri, 12 Jul 2013 15:03:04 +0000
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