TITLE: Left and Right
My legs are wet where the chicken noodle soup has soaked into my pants and the lumps of green jello sliding down my shirt feel cold and gross against my skin.
"Kick him!" On my right, Mari's whispered voice is quick with excitement.
Jack is laughing. I have to wait this out. Lunch will be over soon, my pants will dry when I'm at my desk and I can shake jello from my shirt during Math. I try to swallow, but my throat hurts too much, and then I think of Kaitlin. I don't mean to think about her, but when I imagine what she'd say if she saw me cowering on the floor, I feel guilty, so I look up. Jack rolls his eyes back until just the white is showing and thumps one hand against his chest.
"Can't speak anymore after the lobotomy, re-re-retaaard?" With his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his words are slurred. Everyone thinks it's hilarious.
"Just kick him, Alexander!" She's almost shouting, but no one else hears Mari, so I can't look at her just now.
"Retard! Retard!" Jack and his friends are chanting, then Jack gets louder. "Here's the wind-up and... and it's a fastball, ladies and gentlemen!"
It's just a sandwich, but it sprays everywhere. Peanut butter. A gob of purple peels off my face and lands on the back of my hand. Peanut butter with grape jelly.