The Lion Who Roared Part Two
Jessie Jessie hums her school's fight song and beats her hands pink on the desk, frantically matching the pace of the song. Pop, pop, pa-pop, pop, she chimes in with a record-breaking wad of cherry bubblegum. One square for each page of algebra. Midterms stink legendary, man. My mom won't let me go on the camping trip unless I get at least a B and she doesn't even know Jasper will be there, either. She's such a control freak, helicopter, vegetarian hot yoga mess. I don't know what her problem is. I mean, I'm trying to have a life here and just be a kid, you know? Anyways, I'm sneaking down the fire escape tonight after she's in bed with the late show and her usual nightcap boyfriend. She doesn't think I know but I've seen her stash and sampled it, too. Her medicine cabinet is a lot more interesting and lucrative if you know what I mean. Darn. Just one more page and I'm outta here. "Sweeeee-eeet child" I holler out the window and I hope that lady up there hears me. She is always smiling at me like she knows what's up and saying how sweet I am to help my mama. Frankly, it creeps me out. I am not that cute and loveable. O heck no.
