I couldn't help but notice how you'd act up sometimes.
You were smart, in my academically gifted math class, and when you weren't laughing and smiling and being hilarious, you were pretty sour. Your mom would have to come pick you up after you texted her on your phone, sometimes. (You had cool points for having one in school before the rest of us, but I never once saw you with it on the bus.)
You'd get sent out of class every once in a while for talking back or letting your jokes go a little bit too far.
But even when you'd prank and pick on the "nobodies" in class, you'd never pick on your friends.
YOU ARE READING
For Cole
Short Story"It was never your fault. Kids are just mean." About someone I used to know who faced the cruelties of this world harder than me. Based on a true story.
