"So Random"

Rider


My first boyfriend felt me up for the first time on the bus. No shittin'. We would hike up our skirts extra high when we got out of class, and we'd show off for the boys when we got on the bus.

One time this other retarded girl got on the bus. She was kind of fat, and I had to drop the bus so she could step up the first step. I don't mind helping out like that. But even though she was kind of retarded, she wasn't ugly. You know, her head was kind of funny shaped and she didn't really look directly at me, but I noticed she looked at Chuckie when she walked by. And he looked like he might have known her. I tried to get him to ask her out but he wouldn't. He said she wouldn't go out with him. And I said you never know. "Every dog has his day," I said, "It might happen."

I remember the first time I rode the goddamned bus. I had to go across town so I could go to school at Holy Angels because my mama figured nobody ever got a good education at a public school, and she wouldn't have us in there after grade school. It was fun at first, riding the bus to school, like we were allowed to have some fucking control over our lives. We could go anywhere, and it was our choice to go to school each day.

I cracked my teeth once on the curb one winter. I was running to catch the bus and I slipped on some fucking ice that I didn't see. It had gotten real warm that week, and everywhere there were big puddles where the snow used to be. Then over night it froze and the next morning there were spots where the ice was thin as paper and slick as snot.



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