Pretty Girls (excerpt)

....My bus passes by Tabitha’s house every morning, but it does not stop there.Her father drives her to school so the Tall Boys can’t get to her.She’ll be waiting for me as usual, by the big stone lion at the top off the stairs.I hope she brought some cigarettes and some cookies to eat in homeroom.












I know she talks to those Black Barbie Dolls before I get here everyday.Talking about cute boys and their fast bikes and shiny cars.Those are the girls that always ask her why she hangs out with a “Girl like her.”Sometimes I think that “T” may really be one of them.Longing for Pompoms and Proms and Tall Boys....