My junior year, Friday, March 27th, 1987. Sixth Period study hall, at Horace Lamb High School.
I, Tom Trundle, was sitting up in this desk, waiting for the bell to ring, after yet another mind-numbing day at school.
Bored as fuck, because I had already done all of my homework, which was boring enough. So I sat at the desk drawing doodles, alternating with filling my notebook pages with interlocking little triangles.
As I was doing this, thoughts of my bud, William, interrupted. He seemed to be feeling all down and shit, lately, and I suspected it was probably all about some girl. I was freakin' worried for him because this was so rare. I'd been starting to feel all dutiful towards him, like he was about to get me to do something for him.
Which is totally unlike me, but I'd do anything to get William feeling better. This down-assed shit and rotten attitude is MY role--I can't stand it when my best friend is like that. Enthusiasm for school and shit has to come from SOMEone, and I was determined to re-instate this in him, somehow.
But I also thought in the meantime, I would do something much easier, like pay a freakin' visit to my secret lady friend, Anne, sometime this evening.
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