The Art Of Getting By.
Cutting school
"Rule number one about cutting school. " I say, my breath clouding up the cold air.
"I've cut school before" Frank says like I'm stupid.
"Rule number one:cutting school is fun."
"That's a rule?" Frank asks, laughing.
"Rule number two: cut rarely to preserve the specialness." I continue.
"Is that even a word?" Frank smiles up at me, face shining.
"Rule number three:do something culturally rewarding with your time to earn it fairly"
Frank butts in. "Rule number four:you're a dork.
"Wrong" I correct him. "Rule number four:noodles."
"Noodles?" He asks.
So we were walking down the street with out noodles and chopsticks, in the cold while we were supposed to be at school.
We went to go and see a movie in the cinema after out noodles.
"I've cut school before" Frank says like I'm stupid.
"Rule number one:cutting school is fun."
"That's a rule?" Frank asks, laughing.
"Rule number two: cut rarely to preserve the specialness." I continue.
"Is that even a word?" Frank smiles up at me, face shining.
"Rule number three:do something culturally rewarding with your time to earn it fairly"
Frank butts in. "Rule number four:you're a dork.
"Wrong" I correct him. "Rule number four:noodles."
"Noodles?" He asks.
So we were walking down the street with out noodles and chopsticks, in the cold while we were supposed to be at school.
We went to go and see a movie in the cinema after out noodles.