Michael Malone - Weebly

a placating smile for Joy, who ignored him.
"Jerk," Joy said.
"I guess," Polly replied. They sucked on their straws
a last time.
"Hey, Joy, listen, want to ride bikes this afternoon?
No, listen, this is serious. Really. There's something I
want to show you," she whispered quickly, "out near
the marshlands. It's some kind of 2001 kind of thing.
Nobody knows about it. It's really spooky."
"All the way out to Route 3? Forget it, it's too hot
to ride bikes anymore. Anyhow, I don't know, I've
been feeling rotten. My arms hurt. I'm tired."
"Oh, come on, you always say that."
But Joy had gone up to pay Miss Lattice, who
waited with resignation as this newly perfected body
somnolently approached her in pink slow motion. Polly
scrambled after, spilling her books. "Listen, Joy, honest,
it's something special out there, I'm not kidding."
But Joy was not listening. A warm ache poured
from Polly's heart out to her cheeks and reddened
them. Today, when she had offered the queen of her
secrets collection, to be so treated! Joy wasn't even