Friday, April 4, 2014
So on the last day, with my t-shirt in hand, I changed from the cute outfit my mom approved and donned the shirt for all to sign. Most of it was your typical yearbook nonsense; stay sweet, stay cool, see you next year. Nothing original, but I didn’t care, I fit in and that’s what I wanted.
But then one of the guys, also new and wanting to fit in, wrote four bold letters across my back. As a way of explaining what they meant he wrote vertically under the first letter of each word;
From Us Crazy Kids
It’s been nearly 30-years since that happened. I don’t remember all the details, like whether I knew what he was writing, which teacher sent me to the office, but I do remember calling my mom. It was the first and last time I ever had to do that. I knew she’d tell my dad, but I had just enough hope that maybe if I called her instead of him I could survive this...
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