HOW TO DISAPPEAR

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After going through the list, I take out my history book. I've discovered that it is a big enough to span the width of the toilet seat and provide a slightly less disgusting surface to sit on. I use all of first period to study for my precalc test, which is next period, and also thankfully means I won't have to talk to anybody. I can put my head down and just do the work. That's pretty much how I spend the rest of the day. Head down. Going to class. Doing the work. I pay attention enough but not too much, so I can escape notice by teachers who only have time to deal with the scholars. My sweet spot is that inconspicuous in-between. The final bell rings at 3:50, which is an hour and a half later than last year since our school switched to q new schedule that's supposed to match the natural sleep cycle of teenagers (according to studies and the fact that everybody was sleeping through first period). By 3:57 I'm on the bus and slinking into my usual seat (the one over the hump of the tire where nobody else ever wants to sit). I pull out my phone to text Jenna.

You there?
You'll never believe what happend today.

She doesn't answer right away. Her day ends about ten minutes after mine even though we live two times zones apart, because her school still stars at the cracks of dawn. I check her Instagram while I wait for her to  get to her bus and see my text, but there's nothing new since the kissy-face selfish she posted last night.

I embarrassed myself spectacularly today.

You probably heard people laughing all the way in Wisconsin.