Back at school,
after the snow,
Liz sauntered up, punched me in the arm,
and said with a mouth full of gum,
spraying me with spit,
“You’re taking driver’s ed, right?”
Just the thought of learning to control
a giant metal box on wheels
made me want to shrivel up
and hide in my locker.
“You’re old enough, right?”
Liz demanded, blowing an enormous bubble.
Gum covered her face when it broke,
and I stifled a laugh.
“Yes,” I said.
“What are you waiting for?” Liz asked.
“Just do it and get it over with.”
So we both