Kids

    "Man, I feel like money! They attracted to me!" I belted out as she crossed the school parking lot. I watched the long, black hair belonging to best friend swing back and forth as I continued my song.
    "Stop attracting attention to us," CP said through a smile. The late bell rang only seconds before and she was flustered because she actually had a class. Stoned and buzzin' off a cigarette, I didn't care much. I was only a teacher's assistant for the middle school library. Things were on my side for once.
    "I feel like honey! 'Cause I'm fly like a bee!" I wailed. "Wait...that's not right..." I looked up to see this ogre-ish dude that went to my school. He coned me a few weeks ago at work so he was on my shit list. That's when someone orders an ice cream cone in the drive-thru just to grab it and throw it into the window of the restaurant. Someone offered to have him "taken care of" but I didn't want to make a big deal out of it. The ogre might actually think he mattered.
    "It's they come around like honey 'cause I'm fly like a bee," CP said in a hasty voice. I smiled at her even though she wasn't facing me because I appreciated my friend.
    We went to CP's house for lunch that day. Her boyfriend was recently let go from his job so he was be home. They liked spending every second they could together, so we went to see him. CP told me a story about how her man jacked a piece from Smoker Friendly when they were there a few days before. It had glitter on the top and the glass would change the more it was used. I didn't have any weed and I was feigning. Thankfully, when I didn't have any, they did.
    They sat next to each other on their bed and I sat down in front of their dresser so I could face them. He was being irritable but it was amusing me. For example, he wanted his cigarettes, so he had to go down stairs and get them.
    "If the car is locked, I'm going to freak the fuck out," he said.
    We smoked one bowl, and only when her boyfriend had the second one loaded did we realize it was time to go back to school. CP had to make a call to her sister, so her man and I power-chiefed while she babbled away. When it was gone, we ran down a flight of stairs and hopped in her car. As we sped to the school, CP got a cigarette out and lit it. I wanted to intensify my high, so I took one too, even though I was tobacco: off.
    CP rushed off to her class and I went to mine. I went to the administration building to get mail for the library. As soon as I got the newspaper, I looked at the Wuzzles, my horoscope, and the comic strips. My horoscope read:
You're an important member of your community, even when all you're doing is spreading good will with the decency of your cheerful smile. Friendly faces will be everywhere you go today.
    I have been friendly to everyone today, I thought. I don't revolve my whole day around astrology, but I do feel it had some truth to it.
    I refer to the Universe as my deity. I stopped believing in Christianity when I was 15. I'm a rather self-centered person. With that, I could never worship someone who's supposed to be almighty. I can't bring myself to respect someone that allows rape, abuse, and all the ugliness in the world. I wasn't completely ignorant; I studied religions. I have other reasons, too, that I don't think I'm going to include here.
    I delivered the mail and was still feeling a head-change, so I sat down at a computer to get my thoughts out. I was surrounded by eighth-grade boys. Fuck my life. I started typing and felt one of them reading over my shoulder.
    "'Man, I feel like money! They attracted to me!' I belted out as I crossed the school parking lot. I watched the long, black hair of my best friend swing back and forth...." he read out loud.  I looked over at him and he gave me a weird look.
    "I have other stories about sex and stuff if you want to read those," I said, looking at him straight in the eye. I hate when people read my unfinished work. Moreover, I hate naïve kids who think they're cool by exposing my thoughts. I winked at him and his faced turned six shades of red. He shook his head and turned back to his computer.
   "That's what I thought," I whispered.