Wednesday morning,
the first week of June. I was on my way to Neighborlee High, where I was a
sophomore. We only had three more days of classes before summer break, and I
was running late, as usual. We had the Yearbook Staff thank-God-it's-over party
to look forward to, and since Miss Lanie was our advisor, it was going to be
good. I grabbed my backpack, jammed full of goodies for the party, and was
looking over my shoulder as I headed for the door, yelling for Uncle Jinx to
hurry up. He promised to drive me to school on his Harley on his way out of
town. Jinx wanted to be as far away from Neighborlee as he could get when Senior
Prank Night hit--the first Wednesday of June every year--so he wouldn't be
blamed for whatever happened.
(Jinx got in major
trouble with his Senior Prank, and the general consensus was that the idiots in
the years that followed got in trouble trying to top what he did. What did he
do? Something having to do with a pond in the Metroparks on Thursday where
there wasn't a pond on Tuesday.)
I stepped out onto
the front porch and almost tripped over Doni and her two pitiful little pieces
of luggage. I stubbed my toe on her backpack full of books and jumped
backwards, biting my tongue against a howl. I was barefoot, with my sneakers in
my other hand. I planned on putting them on while I waited for Jinx to get his
motorcycle.
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