and all i hear are car alarms.
as i got out of his truck, he said
"when i'm stressed, i've got to sit back and ask myself what is really stressing me out."
"hm," i said as i pulled my far-to-heavy backpack over my shoulder. i turned to him and counted on my fingers with a matter-of-fact look on my face, "science fair and graduation projects are due in a week in a half, my mom is yelling at me every night for one thing or another, the kids at school are complete ass-holes, i'm probably going to fail chemistry, AND I'M FAT." i said the fat thing obnxiously so it seemed like i was joking, but i was very serious in my head. we both laughed, sa