December 25, 2002
Later, we buy schoolbooks We are lugging a pile of seventeen or eighteen textbooks Up to our lockers Miranda lugs her books next to me. “This is the new SAT,’’ I tell her, huffing. “If we can’t get the books up to the lockers, we can’t get in. Miranda laughs. “What school do you come from?” I ask. “Norwood,” she answers, “You?” “Stone Ridge,” I say. “Ohhhh,” she says in a knowing tone. I wonder what that means. We bond over heavy textbooks on the way up I go home. Collapse in my room Wonder what tomorrow will be like.