Wandering.

I love school. I will change my mind about that by October, I am sure.
But for now it is all sunny and pretty outdoors and people are smiley
and happy and playing frisbee on the grass and it is so straight out
of a movie that you can't help but be mesmerized by the energy of the
optimism, the naivete.

The last weekend of summer was spent listening to boys trying to
convince me to go home with them.

But summer doesn't end until it snows I kept saying. And all I could
do was smile and laugh.

When the boys asked me to be their girlfriend I told them I didn't
believe in relationships.
What do you believe in? they all asked.
I believe in a thing called lust.
Then we lust you, they all said.
But silly boys with fancy cars will say anything to get what they want
or even what they've already had.