• "miss saywer" a voice cracked. she looked up fronm her gaze at the boy.
    "yes?"
    "any comments from the peanut gallery?"
    i looked at him. was he looking for a fight? verbably of course.
    "i dont believe that theres capital letters in the middle of a sentence."
    he turned and on seeing his mistake began erasing. the boy had turned and was wryly smiling at me. he had brown eyes.
    ***
    as i was walking out of english the books that were sprawled out across the floor were moved. to the top of a fire extingquisher box. the door to locker number 9 was open. it was the boy.
    "something wrong?" i realized i was staring.
    "no-nothing-nothings wrong i was just looking."
    "at what?"
    my mind boggled for an answer. was there one? his fingers made a rapid tapping sound against locker number nine.
    "that piece of leather on your wrist.'
    "its a love-me-not"
    "a love-me-what?"

    to be continued...