Comfortable Madness First PDF 4-13-18

Object of Admiration
Mr. Skarey called us all into his office and we all waited
for our turn. We all knew what this was about. This was about the
porn and the dildos in the cafeteria. The waves rattled through the
school for weeks. Parents called and came in. Parents bitched and
threatened. Mr. Skarey had to do something, so he called the most
likely suspects.
Everyone knew it was us. Coy stopped us in the hall.
“I suppose you thought it was funny,” he said.
“It was hil-fucking-larious,” Tayla said.
“You people are disgusting,” Coy said.
We walked away and now we were in the office waiting a
chance to tell our story.
Mr. Skarey called me in. I sat in the chair near the door.
“So,” Mr. Skarey said, “what can you tell me?”
I stared at him.
“We both know it was you guys,” he said. “No one else…”
“Everyone else just plasters our table with hate mail,” I
said. “They leave nasty notes in my locker.”
“That doesn’t warrant…”
“What?” I asked. “Responding in kind?”
“So, you admit…”
“I admit nothing,” I said.
“What am I supposed to do?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“You can’t stop this.”
Somehow, Mr. Skarey’s eyes got tired and duller.
“Tell folks to mind their own business,” I said. “And then
maybe we can get along.”
“Is that what you want?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “I want a pony.”