Phoebe's School

When I got there, it felt funny. I wasn’t sure I’d remember what it was like inside, but I did. It was exactly the same when I was there. They had the same big yard, with those cages around the light bulbs so they wouldn’t break. They had those same white circles painted all over the floor, for games and stuff. And those same old basketball rings without any nets- just the backboards and the rings. Nobody was around, probably because it was recess. I was still sweating, but not so bad anymore. Her school was practically right near the museum, and she had to pass it on her way home from lunch anyway, so I knew she could meet me alright. Then I started walking up the stairs to the principles office. While I was walking up the stairs, all of a sudden I thought I was going to puke again. I sat down for a second, and then I felt better. I saw something that drove me crazy. Somebody’d written ‘fuck you’ on the wall. I rubbed it out. Then went to the principles office.