Chapter 10

I cared enough to stop a few fights when they started, and to make sure nobody was verbally abusive, like we’d all grown up with. Hanging around Jamison and his father was giving me a whole new way to think and to act. I guess what they had was class, and I wanted to be like that too.

Anyhow, the new girl was far before—or maybe—after her time, in the way she stood, what she wore, and how she did her make-up. It wasn’t exactly hippies or Emo, but more like something a little past James Dean and beatniks and things like that. She did Goth her own way, like nobody I’d ever seen before. I called it “nonconforming to the rules of nonconformity.” I admired her for that, but of course, I had other things on my mind.