look … fine.”
I inspected myself in the mirror again. “No,” I said. “They’re too small. I need boobs, not boobies. Grab me some more toilet paper, wouldja?”
“I’d be careful not to make it too obvious,” Jessica warned. “No bosom yesterday and suddenly a plentiful bosom today doesn’t exactly add up.”
“It’s no sweat. Nobody in our class will say anything. And like, our visitors won’t know the difference. To them, I’ll just be the hot girl.” I cupped and squeezed. “How do they look now?” I spun around again.
“Abundant.”
I remember my brother telling me a long time ago that the kids from Woods View School always think they’re better than us. That was why I wasn’t real excited for this day. None of us were, except Lexie. One look at her and I knew she was looking forward to it. One look at her and I forgot all about my nervousness. She had definitely put time into getting ready. Her new purple sweater was something. She looked amazing.
“You can pop your eyes back in your head, Peter,” Jessica said. “They’re not real.”
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said.
“Lexie’s breasts aren’t real, Peter. Just thought I’d tell you before you started drooling all over yourself.”
Now I was mad. What was I doing gawking at Lexie? And how could I get caught? Lexie was my rival. She was a girl who farted, and there was no way I could like a girl who did that. It was way too gross.
I ’m sorry to say, but I hypothesized disaster for this exchange program. It was a lot like chemistry. If you take two chemicals and mix them together, what happens? Well, my hypothesis was tested and confirmed at our first Exchange Day. The result was a violent reaction. The data was conclusive. This exchange thing was a bad idea.
“Welcome,” Mr. Terupt said as our visitors arrived. “Please, come in and sit down wherever you see an empty seat.” He was standing at the front of the room. Once everyone was settled he spoke again.
“W-w-welcome to our sch-sch-school.”
What was wrong? Why was Mr. Terupt stuttering? I heard some of the visiting kids snickering and laughing. Laughing at my teacher. I felt hot. Anger surged through my veins.
Before I had time to think about it more, Jeffrey explodedand tackled the jokester sitting next to him. One of Jeffrey’s forearms was planted under the kid’s chin and his other one landed right across the chest. He flipped the kid right over the back of his chair. Jeffrey jumped on the boy and pinned him to the ground. Luckily, Mr. Terupt got there just in time to grab Jeffrey before he started throwing punches. And believe me, Jeffrey was ready to let that kid have it good.
I didn’t budge. I was silently rooting for Jeffrey. How dare anyone laugh at my teacher.
F irst that kid laughed at Terupt. Laughed at my stuttering teacher with his other punk buddies sittin’ around my table. Then he said, “What is this guy? A
retard
?”
I didn’t even think about it. I just reacted. I wanted to hurt him—bad.
“C lass meeting,” Mr. Terupt announced. Or maybe I should say ordered. Class meetings had always been favorites of mine. The meetings were a chance for us to share our ideas and concerns. But I wasn’t sure about this one. I knew Mr. Terupt would have plenty to say. Who could blame him after what Jeffrey did? Speaking of Jeffrey, he wasn’t there for this meeting. He was with Mrs. Williams, probably discussing his attack on that boy—a boy I recognized from the summer.
Mr. Terupt had rushed over and pulled Jeffrey off the boy, who stayed on the ground holding his bloody nose. Then Mr. Terupt led Jeffrey out into the hall and came back in without him in less than a minute. I didn’t see Jeffrey for the rest of the day.
The visiting teacher was next on the scene. Mrs. Sternwas her name, and stern was her game. One look at her and you knew she meant business. She was old and old-fashioned. I got the feeling
I inspected myself in the mirror again. “No,” I said. “They’re too small. I need boobs, not boobies. Grab me some more toilet paper, wouldja?”
“I’d be careful not to make it too obvious,” Jessica warned. “No bosom yesterday and suddenly a plentiful bosom today doesn’t exactly add up.”
“It’s no sweat. Nobody in our class will say anything. And like, our visitors won’t know the difference. To them, I’ll just be the hot girl.” I cupped and squeezed. “How do they look now?” I spun around again.
“Abundant.”
I remember my brother telling me a long time ago that the kids from Woods View School always think they’re better than us. That was why I wasn’t real excited for this day. None of us were, except Lexie. One look at her and I knew she was looking forward to it. One look at her and I forgot all about my nervousness. She had definitely put time into getting ready. Her new purple sweater was something. She looked amazing.
“You can pop your eyes back in your head, Peter,” Jessica said. “They’re not real.”
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said.
“Lexie’s breasts aren’t real, Peter. Just thought I’d tell you before you started drooling all over yourself.”
Now I was mad. What was I doing gawking at Lexie? And how could I get caught? Lexie was my rival. She was a girl who farted, and there was no way I could like a girl who did that. It was way too gross.
I ’m sorry to say, but I hypothesized disaster for this exchange program. It was a lot like chemistry. If you take two chemicals and mix them together, what happens? Well, my hypothesis was tested and confirmed at our first Exchange Day. The result was a violent reaction. The data was conclusive. This exchange thing was a bad idea.
“Welcome,” Mr. Terupt said as our visitors arrived. “Please, come in and sit down wherever you see an empty seat.” He was standing at the front of the room. Once everyone was settled he spoke again.
“W-w-welcome to our sch-sch-school.”
What was wrong? Why was Mr. Terupt stuttering? I heard some of the visiting kids snickering and laughing. Laughing at my teacher. I felt hot. Anger surged through my veins.
Before I had time to think about it more, Jeffrey explodedand tackled the jokester sitting next to him. One of Jeffrey’s forearms was planted under the kid’s chin and his other one landed right across the chest. He flipped the kid right over the back of his chair. Jeffrey jumped on the boy and pinned him to the ground. Luckily, Mr. Terupt got there just in time to grab Jeffrey before he started throwing punches. And believe me, Jeffrey was ready to let that kid have it good.
I didn’t budge. I was silently rooting for Jeffrey. How dare anyone laugh at my teacher.
F irst that kid laughed at Terupt. Laughed at my stuttering teacher with his other punk buddies sittin’ around my table. Then he said, “What is this guy? A
retard
?”
I didn’t even think about it. I just reacted. I wanted to hurt him—bad.
“C lass meeting,” Mr. Terupt announced. Or maybe I should say ordered. Class meetings had always been favorites of mine. The meetings were a chance for us to share our ideas and concerns. But I wasn’t sure about this one. I knew Mr. Terupt would have plenty to say. Who could blame him after what Jeffrey did? Speaking of Jeffrey, he wasn’t there for this meeting. He was with Mrs. Williams, probably discussing his attack on that boy—a boy I recognized from the summer.
Mr. Terupt had rushed over and pulled Jeffrey off the boy, who stayed on the ground holding his bloody nose. Then Mr. Terupt led Jeffrey out into the hall and came back in without him in less than a minute. I didn’t see Jeffrey for the rest of the day.
The visiting teacher was next on the scene. Mrs. Sternwas her name, and stern was her game. One look at her and you knew she meant business. She was old and old-fashioned. I got the feeling
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