Jacian Obregon. It sounds like a melody. Or a tragedy.

They linger near the back door, forehead to forehead and curved like statues as their lips whisper and brush together.

Bashful=Spanish, Miss Gardenia Doc=Psychology, Mr. Wang Happy=Chemistry 2, Mr. Durbin Dopey=English Lit., Mr. Purcell Dippy=Math, Mrs. Craig Dumbass=PE, Coach Crater

If you don't want me to see, I guess, don't sleep in the same room as me." He looks at her with a sly smile. "But I'm known for sleeping in school. It's my shtick.

And then they kiss. Slowly, gently. Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.

Feels like I'm in a play and I don't know all my lines.

Hippie said he couldn't stay. Be back tomorrow -Love,Mom