โThe rose bush you gave me for Christmas is still blooming,โ Sasha says. She sits down on the steps next to me and lays her book bag between her knees.
โThey do that,โ I say. Itโs the first week of October. I have a new charm on Jamieโs bracelet and an ant farm on my desk. The weather is cooling off but still warm, and a few trees have started to turn. The novelty of being seniors has worn off a bit. Itโs a matter of course now that weโre the oldest and the coolest. All the other students are so young and awkward; how could we not be?
โWe should have a party for Halloween this year,โ Brooke says. โI mean like actually invite people besides us. My sister could get us some more to drinkโโ
โCould we wear costumes?โ Alex says.
โNo,โ Sasha and I say. Somewhere in the back of my head, I think of how a few years ago I couldnโt imagine Halloween without a costume.
โWhy not?โ Brooke asks.
โIโm not wearing a costume,โ Jamie says.
โIโm not,โ I say. โBut my parents are going to some marriage camp therapy retreat thing that weekend soโโ
โIโm pregnant,โ Angie says. All of our heads swivel together. Sheโs standing at the top of the steps, just arrived. She wears her book bag on both shoulders, like a child. The pink streaks in her hair have faded and grown out. She stares back at us as if we had just asked her a question.
โAlready?โ Sasha says.
โI took a test yesterday.โ
The bell rings and we stand. We walk in a group toward the doors, but the boys trail behind us. The girls ask questions: what are her symptoms, how is Dave handling it.
โIโm tired and my boobs hurt,โ she says. โBut thatโs all besides being late.โ She says Dave seemed pretty freaked out, but he also seemed excited. โItโs almost like heโs kinda proud of himself,โ she says in the same strange monotone. She laughs then, and it sounds strangely happy.