This is the 44th installment of a 100-day challenge to write a new vignette every morning.
Today is the day I’ll finally know what brick tastes like. My face is going to become well acquainted with the cafeteria wall. I bet it tastes like dirt but just, you know, hard dirt. I’ll know soon enough and report back.
I know I should’ve kept my mouth shut, but how could I? That 6th grader was way smaller than Darren—so I told Darren to pick on someone his own size. (I am not his size.)
The therapist Mom drags me to says I take too much responsibility for others. Mom says that’s probably her fault. The therapist says that’s a perfect example of what he’s talking about. Mom disagrees and says it’s different. The therapist disagrees and says it’s really not.
I definitely took too much responsibility for that little guy. I should’ve just kept walking to algebra. Stupid. But I guess at least I’ll have something to talk about in therapy this weekend—if Darren doesn’t knock me out for the next century.
Miles Away 