FRANCISCO & THE BIRDMEN
The rest of the First Day of Seventh Grade goes pretty smooth except, of course, for the honey in my locker. I talk to Mrs. Hughes and she moves my locker next to Trixie’s. Between classes I’m electrified by her orange hair and matching metallic smile. Trixie and I have an ongoing conversation that takes place during passing time between the last three classes of the day. Passing time is only five minutes, so by the time I walk to my locker (while avoiding Mouton), open it, and grab books for my next class, I’d say our conversation takes place over a total of ninety seconds. It could’ve been longer, but I’m not sure. The orange was getting to me.
Conversation With Trixie:
Part I (After lunch, before math with Mrs. Singleton—wait til you meet this doozy, talk about scary!)
Trixie: What are you doing here?
Me: Mrs. Hughes moved my locker.
Me: Because I asked her to.
Trixie: Whatever. It was because of Mouton.
Me: (thinking of a comeback and failing miserably) Whatever.
Trixie: Don’t act like you’re not scared of him.
Me: Why would I be scared of him?
Trixie: Because he weighs like five hundred pounds.
Me: (slamming my locker) Nice braces.