Grosse Pointe Girl
Tales from a Suburban Adolescence
Chapter 2: The Battle of Brownell
I am drafted, deployed to Brownell Middle School, and wounded within three days. The hit comes just after the last bell rings at three-fifteen P.M. I am walking down the stairway that curves around to the main lobby. My face is buried in a note Katrina passed to me before I walked into science, with Mr. Mariaki (who made it clear in no uncertain terms that he'd read any intercepted note out loud).
"Emma, you are SO lucky that you don't have Miss Cabott for English. She is SO boring. I can barely keep my eyes open. Zzzzzz. I can't believe I have nine more months of this. How will I survive?"
While I concentrate on my first official note from my new best friend, I'm oblivious to the approach of a brigade of sixt ... read full excerpt from Grosse Pointe Girl: Tales from a Suburban Adolescence ebook
