More or Less Grown-up Affairs

Chapter 7

Peaches Ragsdill walked out to the playground to see Fitzwilliam ranting to the rest of the class about something, gesturing to the playground. At the top of the playground, there were tons of empty bottles of chocolate milk. Below those bottles, the wood chips were stained brown. Fitzwilliam stopped talking for a moment, looking exhausted and beat, his chest heaving.

"Ok," he said. "The rant is over! I'm calmer! Well, I'm not calm, but I got so upset I tired myself out." He sat on the playground stairs, putting his head in his hands.

"Was it the first graders?" Starbuck McLovin asked, folding her arms over her chest. Fitzwilliam nodded, keeping his head in his hands. Starbuck nodded her head and sat down by him.