Daydream Believer

lxxvii. angry birds and misery

lxxvii. angry birds and misery

"Are you playing that game again?" I asked Justin as he flung more of the little red birds on the screen. Justin nodded. Or maybe he was just bobbing his head to the music. I couldn't tell. "How did you do on the math test?"

"One hundred percent," Justin said.

"What?!? I only got a ninety-one," I said.

Justin laughed. "You were the one who taught me! What did you get wrong?"

"The question where you had to calculate the area of the pizza," I said.

"Seriously?!?" Aaron interjected. "Wouldn't you just, you know, eat the pizza?"

"I know right?" I said.

Aaron and Justin kept chatting while two of the eighth graders walked by our table. "Ugh, isn't that, like, the nerd table?" one of them said.

"Yeah, I think so," another one said.

"I hear the girl's dating the black kid."

Were they talking about me? I didn't even like Justin like that. He was my best friend. It would be weird to date him. Besides, that wasn't even true.

"Nope, she's totally cheating on him with the tall one. I don't blame her. He'd be hot if he wasn't such a dork."

"He's too young though. I don't date younger. He is kinda cute though." She smiled at Aaron, but he didn't notice.

"Ugh. Let's go find another table to sit at."

So we were the dorks. I didn't care that much about what other people thought though. They were only out to hurt us. I peeked over Justin's shoulder. He was still playing video games. I didn't blame him. Life seemed so much simpler there.