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Pam and the Drill by Jack Allen jallen@burpingfrog.com
The hallway was packed with kids, a thousand of them, from one end to the other.
The stairs were crowded with kids going up and coming down. Pams locker was down
that hall somewhere, she hoped. Twice already that day she got lost, and the
books were getting heavy in her arms. She hated the first day of school. She
pushed through the crowd. Her locker was on the left side, wasnt it? She had to
remember which hallway, the locker number and the combination. She hated it.
She found her locker halfway down the hall, where the crowd of kids was
thickest. She wedged between two guys in football jackets and stepped over
somebodys backpack. She lost her balance and bumped into a guy and a girl making
out against the locker beside hers.
Hey, watch it, the guy said, glaring at her.
Sorry, Pam said.
Hey, Pam, whats up? the girl said.
Pam looked up. It was Debbie, with her arms around the guys neck. Her face
was flushed.
Hi, Debbie. What are you doing here?
Hey, Ill see you. I gotta get to class, the guy said.
Ok, Debbie said.
He gave her one last kiss, glanced at Pam and walked off through the crowd. They
watched him go. Debbie had a wide grin.
Wow, hes cute, Pam said. She shifted the books to her left hand and held them up
with her knee. She turned the dial on the locker, trying to remember the
combination.
Yeah, I know. His names Brian. Hes a hot kisser, too.
You move pretty fast, I mean for the first day of school, you know.
The locker didnt open. Pam spun the dial and tried again.
I have to. Cant let the other girls get all the good guys. I already met three
cute guys today.
Debbie leaned against the locker and watched Pam work the combination. Finally,
the locker opened.
Why did you pick Brian? Pam said. She dumped the books in the locker with the
others she collected that day.
What makes you think I just chose Brian? Debbie said, still grinning. Besides,
Brian gets my pussy wet. I think I wanna make it with him.
Pam tried not to look at her. She didnt want Debbie to see the jealousy
on her face.
How come youre here? I thought you graduated, Pam said. She closed the locker
and spun the dial.
Debbie shrugged. She pulled the piece of gum from between her teeth into a
string, wound it around her long fingernail and sucked it back into her mouth.
I missed too much school, you know, when I was pregnant and all. They made me
take it over. She glanced at the other kids as if to see if they heard. So,
like, whats your next class?
Math, Pam said.
I got English. Its downstairs. Really boring, I bet.
Wheres your locker?
Debbie pointed to the locker beside Pams.
Right here. Right next to you.
Where are all your books? Pam said.
Debbie shrugged again. Dont have none.
Pam shook her head. Youre so lucky.
I know. I always am, Debbie said with a giggle.
The bell rang. Pam jumped. Debbie rolled her eyes.
Oh shit. I hate that fucking bell, she said.
Pam scrambled to get the schedule from her pocket.
Im late. I cant believe Im late again. I dont even know where my class is.
Relax. Its not that big a deal, Debbie said and touched her arm. Look, I gotta
get to class. Ill meet you right here, ok, right after school? We can go to my
house. I got some stuff to show you.
Ok, Pam said.
Debbie walked off up the hall, swinging her arms and shaking her hips. The crowd
of kids had thinned. Pam looked both ways up the hall, unsure which way to go.
She finally found the room on the second floor. The door was closed. She could
hear the teachers voice from inside. She turned the handle and opened the door
slowly. He looked right at her.
Pams heart stopped for a second. Her mouth parted slightly. He was gorgeous.
Youre late, he said. He had a rich, deep voice to go with his dark eyes. He
picked up a sheet of paper from his desk. Are you Pam McCullen?
Yeah? she said in a voice just more than a whisper.
He marked the sheet with his pen. I was afraid you got lost. That didnt
happen, did it?
No, Pam said. Every kid in the classroom was looking at her. Their faces were
so foreign.
He smiled. Good. Have a seat. Weve already started.
He turned to the chalkboard and continued writing. Pam looked for an empty seat.
She found a desk near the back of the room behind a guy with a red jacket. The
girl in the desk in the next row smiled at her.
The teacher was writing math stuff on the chalkboard. He had written his name in
the upper left corner.
Mr. Smith, Pam said softly. She watched his back as he wrote. He looked dreamy
and his voice was so soothing.
Hey, your names Pam McCullen, aint it? said the girl in the next row, speaking
in a low whisper.
Yeah, it is.
I thought so. Your brothers name is Ethan, right?
Yeah. Howd you know?
The girl smiled. Your brother plays hockey with my brother.
They listened to Mr. Smith. He outlined what they would do for that year, then
passed out books and assigned a page of homework. Pam groaned. How could he give
them homework ...
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