I was spazzing like this when I found it unedited. SO MANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES!
It was a great day, unusual for this time of the year. Kids were spread around the quad, eating, laughing, copying homework, kissing. The air had a lazy quality to it, and no one was prepared for anything big to happen, not at all. Certainly, not anything as big as the arrival of Dominic Astoria. But at that moment, we were grouped up underneath the Oak, sitting at our impromptu thrones, the unproclamied rulers of Wheeler High. I was underneath the flagpole, California's golden fabric glory throwing shadows on my face. Keith had his head in my lap, and we were both studying for Greene’s mid-mid-mid-term exam, which involved casting occasional glances at the calculus book perched in front of us while I knotted his dark brown hair into pigtails. It was the only kind of schoolwork that passed on a day like this.
Xavier was laid out on the bench, talking fast, breaking the tranquility that could have been, but nobody minded. Xavier was a cool guy, whip-smart, vice president of the senior class, as well as an extraordinary saxophone player. Liam was across from him, scribbling down X’s notes from Hartley’s latest physics rant while simultaneously cramming his mouth with Twinkies; silent for the first time in hours. My job was to nod occasionally, provide smart responses whenever X cracked sarcastic anti-feminist slurs, reminding myself not to think about Jack. Wolfe, scowling, was sprawled out under the oak tree, flipping through David Copperfield with one hand, middle finger of the other hand wrapped around the silver neck of a half-empty flask whose contents had remained a mystery for the past two years. He was either oblivious to the lustful stares he got from the girls or he was pretending to be.
Sitting at the center of the Wheeler world, we were a mismatched set of creatures. We didn't belong together, but we were, anyway. More so, I did not belong with them. This, which I was more than well aware of, by the way people looked over at us and gave us hopeful smiles, waved, called out to us, giving us a set parameter of space.This was the way life ticked for me, and I was happy, more than I was last year. I took a second to tune in to X’s latest rant:
“Alright, so Noel tells me that the Montague’s kids were over at the fields, and they were- what, keying the cars? You know how long I had the ol’ Bentley in that space? They knew, I swear. They wanted me to have the screwed-up car; fenders didn't even turn right, deal with the insurance guys, and I’ll be getting them back, I know, I have this great idea; did you know when you mix mercury with a bit of table salt-”
His speech was cut off by Felix’s swaggering, heavy-lidded routine arrival; this time with a girl, a cutesy redhead, most likely a sophomore, striding next to him. This wasn't an unusual feat; girls were drawn to Felix like flies to carrion, for one of two reasons: they appreciated his humor, his general sweetness, or they needed some feasible chance of getting to know Wolfe.
Characters and Story: ⓒEunice Jeong and Salathiel Devin Kim
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