Before the cavalry of buses marched up to the school loop, before the kids of East Hill Elementary shot out of buses four through twelve, before Principal Weins changed the letters of the schoolyard sign to read ‘Happy Summer,’ Sharon Deemers crept around to the back of the school, slid the dumpster door open, and trashed her birthday party invitations.
She almost got away with it.
“Hey! Garage Girl! Watcha throwin’ in the school dump?” Brian called out from behind a tree.
“Just some papers from home.” Sharon zipped up her backpack, or ‘patchpack’ as she called it, and walked backwards a couple of steps. She eyed Brian, then eyed the dumpster.
“I’m gonna get me a closer look,” Brian taunted. He took the Orioles baseball cap off his greasy brown hair, walked over to the dumpster, and peered into the opening. Sharon stood a few feet away, frozen to the spot.
After Brian lifted out one of the gaily colored invitations, after he sounded the words out phonetically and got the gist it was for a skating party, after he laughed so hard spit came out his right nostril, Sharon shoved his head forward, flattening the card between his nose and the dumpster.
"Hey, whadja do that for?" Brian sniffed, rubbing what Sharon hoped was a broken nose.
"Because, Baseball Boy, those lame invitations are the decoys I showed my parents. The real party is down at Bronsky's. It's BYOB, and there's a $5 cover. You in?"
Opening: Takoda.....Continuation: Phoenix