Middle School
Jane burst in the front door this afternoon, her hair was damp from the swim party, her cheeks red, her jeans skinny and eyes huge.
“Mom I have Mrs. Lodge for my mentor teacher and my locker is on the bottom but it’s under a new boy and I tried for thirty minutes to open my locker and I only got it open two times but the new boy promised me that he’d help me open my locker and I’m in advanced Spanish and I’m scared of Señora and I have all my classes with Sophia and I love middle school.”
And she said it all without taking a breath.
What I heard was, “The new boy likes me and Spanish might make me cry.”