"FWLS59" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

minor vandalism, because the best anybody can say when asked for
a description is "He looks like that guy over there".

So this particular nobody was going to school, the great
prison of the mind. Walking along the road because my parents
took away the car after I flamed the tech-chapel, deciding I
wasn't mature enough to drive. (I don't see what the two have in
common.)

However, others were driving on that fine Thursday morning,
and one of them seemed a little out of control and about to slam
into me, commencing the act of first degree manslaughter. I
stepped out of his way and let him crash into a nearby
storefront.

Okay, so there's an alarm and broken glass and panic in the
streets. I don't care; if I didn't get a move on, I'd be late to
my calculus test.

I stepped over a skate punk who had wiped out to avoid the
car. He glanced back up to me, eyes trying to focus.

"How'd you do that?" he demanded, steadying himself on his
plank.

"Do what?" I ask.

"Get out of the way! I thought I'd be a goner and I was way
the hell out of the way compared to you."

"I just avoided it," I said. "What's the big deal?"

"You moved faster on two feet than I ever have on four
wheels, that's why," the skater exclaimed.

"Whatever," I dismissed, trudging my way onward to school.
No time to deal with junior high school brats like that

--other kid, dragged out of the--

argh. There it is again! I knocked the side of my head a
few times to clear it, and marched on. The day was not looking
up.

*

So I'm late for my calc test because

A. A fucking car nearly hit me
B. My shoelace came untied