When you report to Justin’s classroom at the beginning of fifth-period lunch, there’s already hella people sitting with the desks pushed together and chopping it up over trays of cheesy potato wedges.
I preferred to call it a visit from Mr. Grimsby, who I pictured as a stretchy Victorian gentleman with overflowing sideburns and a meerschaum pipe.
When one hits the bridge
near Richmond, we pack
two days’ worth of clothes
and a few of everyone’s