Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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"Up front, please," said Ms. Peckin.<br />
The kid got up and sat down next to me. I didn’t recognize him, but he was extremely<br />
skinny and had a sizable nose.<br />
"What am I supposed to do while I’m here?" he asked.<br />
"Just sit."<br />
"No homework?"<br />
"Just. Sit."<br />
The kid nodded. When Ms. Peckin returned to brutally savaging the paper she was grading<br />
(at least, that was a safe assumption), the kid turned to me and rolled his eyes. I rolled my eyes<br />
back.<br />
We sat there for a long moment.<br />
The kid took out a blue pen and wrote on his palm. He quickly flashed the message to me:<br />
"I’m Roger."<br />
I didn’t have a pen handy, but he passed his over to me. I wrote "I’m Andrew" on it and<br />
flashed it to him.<br />
Roger nodded, and wrote a message on his other hand. "Ms. Peckin seems pretty cool."<br />
What the hell was he talking about? Ms. Peckin was the evil antithesis of cool! Clearly, the<br />
new kid was wacky in the head. I gave him a facial expression that indicated that I felt he was<br />
wacky in the head.<br />
He kept holding up his hand to show me his fatally flawed message.<br />
Ms. Peckin looked up again. "What are you doing?"<br />
Roger balled his hand into a fist. "Nothing."<br />
Ms. Peckin stood up and walked out from behind her desk. "Let me see what’s in your<br />
hand."<br />
"It’s nothing."<br />
"Open it."<br />
Roger opened his hand and smiled sheepishly. Ms. Peckin read the message. "Oh. Well, this<br />
time is really meant for silent reflection, so no more of that, okay?"<br />
"Yes, ma’am."<br />
We both got out at 4:45.<br />
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