The Green

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later. It felt so good pulling down the streets of Cambridge in
something other than the big nasty yellow school bus or my mom’s
crappy old Hyundai. I had my favorite sunglasses on and was jamming
to my favorite radio station. I wanted everyone to look at me. Hot
chick in a hot car. But no one noticed.
    I couldn’t park in the Cambridge High parking
lot because I didn’t have a parking tag, but I pulled down the
neighboring street where we were allowed to park for free in a
church parking lot. I threw Nando’s phone into the glove box. I
didn’t feel like dealing with it at school. If we were seen using
our phones, they would be taken away. And it would cause me huge
mega ginormous problems if that phone ended up in the principal’s
office. It was definitely safer here.
    I got out and locked the car, which made a
little beeping noise. I tucked the keys in my purse and turned
around.
    “Wow, nice car Ari. Did you just get it?”
    I turned around to see Gina Heskin, one of
the other students in the Academy, stroll up.
    “Yeah. It’s not mine though. A family friend
is letting me borrow it for a while. But it’s awesome!” I knew I
was probably getting a little too excited about a car, when for
everyone at Cambridge it was a normal accessory.
    “Yeah, that’s nice,” she said and walked off
across the lot to the front of the school in a rush to tell
everyone about it, no doubt. I should’ve just said it was mine. I
could’ve said that my parents bought it for me as a present. But I
didn’t want to lie, well not entirely. I wonder what she would’ve
said if told her that it was provided by my drug-dealing boss who
wanted me to use it to deliver the finest pot to the finest
neighborhoods the suburbs had to offer.
    I ran into Naomi on the way to class.
    “You got a car! Why didn’t you call me?” She
squealed.
    “Well, it’s really not that exciting. It’s
not even mine. I’m just using it for awhile,” I said.
    “I know, I heard all about it from Gina
Heskin,” she added.
    “Dude, I seriously talked to her five minutes
ago. She doesn’t waste any time, does she?” I shook my head in
disbelief.
    “That’s why I love her. She’s good for
gossip, baby!” She stared at me.
    “Why are you staring at me like that?” I
asked.
    “You never asked me how Claire’s party was on
Friday! Duh! Aren’t you dying to know what happened?” she asked.
“What’s wrong with you today?”
    Oh my god, it was always about her.
    “Nothing. Sorry, I was so wrapped up in
homework all weekend I totally forgot about it.” The truth was
Friday, the game, and my night at Village Pizza with James seemed
like a million miles away right now. Oh yeah, James. Good god, how
was I ever going to make this work out?
    “So tell me all about it. What happened? Did
Dean put the moves on you?”
    I threw my arms around her and rubbed her
back awkwardly. “Hey baby!”
    “Eww, you are so gross. And for your
information, Dean is totally a gentleman. We only made out a little
bit. AND he asked me out next Saturday!” She shook me and jumped up
and down.
    “That’s awesome!” And I truly meant it.
Awesome for both of us. She got to move on and I got to move in on
her former man. Hopefully.
    “So where’s he taking you?” I asked, eager to
figure out how smitten this dude was. Yeah, I’m sure a date with
Dean the Gentleman would end in the backseat of his car somewhere.
But whatever. Not my problem.
    “I know we’re going to the movies to see the
new Johnny Depp movie, but other than that I don’t know. Look, I
gotta run or I’ll be late for class. Have fun in the dork vault.”
She gave me a quick hug before I entered the Academy wing. We
really had our own wing—we were that special. The other kids called
it the dork vault, among other things because it was situated
behind giant metal doors.
    Stepping into class I took a deep breath
because my dream man was waiting for me. His face lit up as I got
to my

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