September 4 – Monday
Math class: 8:00 a.m.
Me: spiritually dead.
Mr. Langley: "Marc, do you have your worksheet?"
Also me: "I think I left it… in the void."
He gave me that look. The one where his glasses slide down his nose just enough to show full disappointment. I'm making a promise to myself—actually do the homework tonight. Probably.
At lunch, the squad was in full form. Brandon came in hot with a story about how he accidentally joined the drama club because he thought they were handing out free pizza. He might actually stay in it though. "I felt alive," he said. Jason almost choked on his sandwich laughing.
Sammy's been wearing this green hoodie that makes him look like an anime protagonist. He was flipping his hair more than usual, too. Said he's growing it out "for the winter aesthetic." I don't even know what that means, but he pulls it off.
Harry didn't say much today—just sat there reading a philosophy book with a bookmark shaped like a sword. I asked if he was studying for something, and he said, "I'm studying people." Okay, Sherlock. Still cool though.
We all walked home together. First time in a while. We don't talk about it much, but I think we all like those quiet walks. Feels like we're still kids for a minute.
Homework time now. For real this time.
—P.M.