Thursday, June 15, 2017


by William Snyder
© 2017 William Snyder

“Hey, Mr. Snyder. I need to tell you something.”
“What’s that, Vanessa?”
“Raymond said 'sex' to me.”
“Raymond said 'sex' to me.”
“I don’t know.”
“Did he say anything else?”
“No he just leaned over and said 'sex.'”
“Okay, Vanessa. I’ll talk to him.”

“What’d I do, Snyder?
“Raymond, what’d you say to Vanessa?”
“Why did you say that to her?”
“I don’t know?”
“I mean why would you just say 'sex' to a girl?”
“Can’t tell you, Snyder.  I’m fourteen, man. I got a lot a weird stuff going on in my head. Sometimes junk just comes out.”
“Wow. That’s a pretty good answer, Ray. So you know you can’t just say 'sex' or sex related words to girls in class any more. Right?”
“Or outside of class. Right?”
“Right, Snyder.”
“And you can’t sit next to Vanessa.?
“Good then. Get back in there and finish that journal.”
“Hey, Snyder.”
What, Ray?
“What the...”
“I’m just messin’ with you, Snyder.”

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