![]() ![]() He hacks at the frog with the scissors, then lifts it by its leg and touches Kyle’s hand with it. I think you took them out already.īut I need the kidneys, Art says. Kyle looks down at the paper, then looks at Art’s frog. These fuckers stink, Kyle says, breathing into his elbow.Īrt frowns at his dissection diagram. It’s dissection day, and Art tips his bin and dumps his frog onto the table. She takes his temperature, reads the thermometer, swats at his arm. The nurse puts her phone down, rubs her eyes, unimpressed. I don’t think you’re going to find the cure on your phone. The nurse thumbs out a text on her Blackberry. What’s the problem? the nurse says, not looking at him but at her phone.īroken dreams, aborted hopes, futile expectations, Art says, hitching himself up on the paper-covered bench.Īrt raises his brows. ![]() The coach hauls him up by his elbow and sends him to the nurse’s office. Art runs into the bleachers, then back down, his fists up in the air Rocky-style. Later in the game, Art dunks on Danny, and everyone laughs and high-fives. Danny Alvaro steps on his foot on purpose, but the coach doesn’t see, so it’s not a foul. Do your laps.Īrt sighs, jogs a mile, plays basketball. I can’t run.ĭon’t give me that, Art, the coach says, waving his arm for Art to come out on the field. They have to go through the metal detector again, and Art sets it off, is patted down, is let through.Īrt and Alex dress for gym-Alex doesn’t wear a shirt because he’s buff as hell, but Art wears a long-sleeved undershirt and his shorts pulled down. The lunch bell rings and Art jumps off the bike rack, and they walk back to school. You know what that means, Alex says, climbing up onto a bike rack and making his hands into guns to shoot down people crossing the street.Īrt shrugs. They throw their wrappers under the bench and wipe their hands on their pants. They pour ketchup and mustard and salt on everything. Girls on a diet, Kyle says.Īnd you eat dick, so shut the hell up, Art replies. Snack wraps are the bomb, they are good and good for you. Snack wraps are gay, Kyle says, laughing. Art kicks the chair in front of him, and Hazel, a cheerleader, turns around and frowns.Īt lunch, Art meets up with Kyle and Alex, and they walk across the street to a McDonald’s. Beal never looks at him, never calls on him, just scribbles on the blackboard with her fat ass wiggling. ![]() In response to the essay question Describe three key events that led to the end of the Second World War, he draws a picture of a stick figure holding a gas mask with a bubble coming out of his mouth saying, You mean the war is over?!!!! Awesome!!!įrom history he goes to English, then to math. Art fills in all D’s for the multiple choice. Furtman says, handing him a sheet of paper. He stretches out his legs, wiggles his pen between his fingers.Įxam first thing, Mr. He gets his book out, except it’s the wrong book, so he has to dig through his backpack for the right one. He grabs his crotch, gets a drink from the faucet. Michael Jackson died last week, and Art thinks, Mike, this one is for you. Your mom, he says, making a jerk-off motion in the air.Īrt stops in the bathroom, smoothing his hair back with water, doing a dance step in front of the mirror. Shut up, Sandra says, putting a piece of gum in her mouth. They see Sandra, a senior, walking down the hall with two of her friends ahead of her, and Art jogs to catch up. It’s my belt, man, he tells the security guard, who slaps at Art’s shorts, feeling for weapons, and then nods for the boys to go through. When Art walks through, the alarm goes off, and he has to walk through again. ![]() They give their backpacks to the security guard at the entrance before stepping through the metal detector. Moms is behind on the laundry, Art sighs. He walks two blocks to school and meets up with Alex, his best friend, outside the front gate. Yeah, he says, I got it, and he slams the door behind him. You got money for lunch? his mother asks as he opens the front door. Then he goes to the bathroom to piss, brushing his teeth with his finger and the last nugget of toothpaste. He eats them whole in the laundry room as he digs around in the piles on the floor for something to wear. In the kitchen, his mother hands him a crumpled sleeve of cookies. Eight o’clock in the morning, his father smacks the back of his head: Get your ass to school.Īrt gets up from the couch in his boxer shorts, wadding up the sheet he sleeps on and stuffing it behind the back cushion. ![]()
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