Crumpled note found on floor near Buddy Charles’ locker
That new Brian kid rides my bus. Last night I went to sit—you know where I always sit—and that kid was in my seat. I didn’t do nothing. (He’s big.) Or say nothing. (Same reason.) But I figured I’d sit beside him. Be friendly. Never hurts to have a buffalo for a friend.
But this kid looked at me—didn’t say nothing, just looked—so I moseyed on down the aisle & found another place to graze, next to Mercury, who’s nice to everybody because you kinda have to be, working in the office & all.
And she’s like, “Billy, why aren’t you in your seat?” I point my thumb back over my shoulder. She looks, then goes “Oh. Him I met today.” I’m silent as a desert night. Then she’s like, “Guess we’ll be sitting together … for now.”
“Reckon so,” I say.