Comfortable Madness First PDF 4-13-18

Kind of a Moment
I had a plan. For the plan to work, I had to talk to Coy.
Alone.
The thought of talking to Coy made me a little sick. Every
time we’d spoken, he ran me down. He made fun of me. He tore at
me. I hated the idea of being alone with him. But it had to happen. I
had a plan.
Coy and I had only two classes together, but I knew he
always went to the bathroom during sixth period to get high. I had
journalism. Halfway through, I went out to the hall. The hall was
empty. Voices echoed from the hard, blue walls, some of them
whispered from the classrooms, teachers lecturing or arguing with
students. Some of the voices echoed only in my head.
Coy used the bathroom on the second floor in the Science
Wing. I waited for him outside the bathroom. I hid behind some
lockers and waited and then he came. We were the only ones here. I
watched him slip silently into the john and waited for a minute. I
waited because I wasn’t sure the plan would work. I waited because
I wasn’t sure what I was going to say. I waited, because this was
scary.
When I got the guts to go in, I went in hard. I slammed the
door open hard enough for the sound of it to ricochet from the tiles.
Coy sat in a stall. The skunky smell of weed hung like a stain in the
air.
“We need to talk,” I said.
Coy peeked out.
“You and me,” I said.
His face folded a little, his lips frowning. Small lines
crinkled the skin between his brows.
“What the hell?”
“I need your help,” I said.
He banged the stall door closed.