The girl in a jean jacket that screams at football games and laughs at lunch. Dances at parties and smiles at class.
I recall homework that is due today while she stresses out because she hasn't done it yet.
I distinctly remember a golden memory of jokes and giggles.
It was a boring day because the usual boredom that school comes with, was killing me and her. We decided to do something about it.
I never thought of myself as a rebel, and this wasn’t rebellious at all so… It was lunch.
I and my friends I was walking around the halls.
We walked into a Chinese class with curiosity. The teacher says something about boba.
We nod in agreement, not fully listening.
At the end of it all, we were never in the Chinese class or club but it was a mutual agreement that we were going to get boba.
We snuck a cup and a straw and sipped away.
The fruity blues and reds residing on our lips as we drank.
We left the classroom giggling girly noises and snorting.
I can still taste the fruit in the drink.
The day that the girl in a jean jacket reminded me that school is not just for learning but also for fun.