Sarah and I are sitting at a picnic table overlooking the Hudson, eating our BLTs (with too much mayonnaise for my liking) and strawberry Twinkies (just as vile as they sound). Making conversation, Sarah says, "Seventh grade is going to suck. We have to take health class!"
"Do tell," I say noncommittally, wiping excess mayonnaise from the sandwich.
"They're making us take health class instead of art class. Isn't that stupid? Wouldn't you choose art over health?"
I take a sip of sugar water and reply, "I did."
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