TITLE - Boxes
Genre - Women's Fiction
ARI (author's note: character has Down's Syndrome)
Phyllis said case it out. Look for the pizza and toilet paper and other things for Independent Living, which I’m not doing Independent Living now, but I will, and Phyllis says follow your dreams.
She waited on her green car, the hood of it, and smoked half a cigarette. Someday she will quit. That is her dream.
I picked up the little basket to carry. The toilet paper was with the tissues and pads. My sister uses tampons that I don’t like. She even took them to college, two boxes. She said, “Who knows what stores they’ll have in that podunk town.” Her name is Steffi.
You don’t go to the store just to look and I wanted to buy a Zero. It is backwards that the outside is white. It is still my favorite even though something bad happened with it. Me and Tanya were at lunch and a boy came and another boy. I saw those boys do barking at a girl once.
The boy said, “Dude. The Zero is eating a Zero. That is, like, for Saturday Night Live.”
The other boy said, “Dude, they should make a candy bar called Tard.”
The first one said, “Yeah, you should eat it.”
The other one said, “Shut the f*** up.” He did a kick and they laughed and my pocketbook fell which I was very mad.
I didn’t understand Tard but Dad said it is short for “retard.” He likes to tell it to me straight.