...the swarms of fashionable teens and tweens flowing from every direction toward those two jaws they called doors.
It all filled me with an overwhelming desire to crawl under the van seats and become permanently forgotten...like the leftover cheetos that were already down there.
Dude, your shoulders are not snowplows!
Embarrassment clouded my vision and I struggled to focus on the steps as I hurried into the school.
Inside the school hall, the smells of fresh floor wax blended with the perfumes and colognes of students eager to make their first impressions. Later the scents would die down to sweaty socks and lemon floor cleaner, but for now everything was new and fresh.
“You have to sit with us or Miss Young will think we aren’t doing our assignment,” she said, leading me to a table where Renee and Gertrude were already sitting.