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"Ricky Roberts wants a paper swan–coded e like everyone else in the--"

"How does Ricky Roberts receive information?" I ask him

"On a need-to-know basis Yes"

"You only have five et to homeroom," I say, and then Ricky is off

Back inside of his lair, I hand Franks the Marketing Club ad and say, "Read that over the loudspeaker--if you dare"

"Cool," Franks says with a s his chubby hand

I slap his red palm, and then I’ Club! What’s the rub, bub? Nada MC for real, with plenty of zeal--and that’s the appeal! Do you have what it takes--to slake--the growing desire forfo’ hire? We meet in the baseive Franks a pound Beco Club man or wo in homeroom, I smile to myself Franks read my announcement verbatim, just like he promised He’s an honorable man, a man of his word, which is rare in this world, or at least that’s what I’ve observed after seventeen trips around the fla ball in the sky (That’s the sun, sucka!) Everyone aroundany attention to the announcements; not even ives a crap, but I know that there are at least four teenage boys sitting in ho at my advertiseht be the only laugh they get today Franks Freak Force Federation will get a little fuel froh for theh the school day "Keep hope alive" I’ for president back in the 80s Yeah, we learned that hip catchphrase in o

The day passes uneventfully--boring Spanish III, la chemistry--and since Mondays and Tuesdays are Ricky’s socialization days, we don’t eat our lunch in Franks’ room, but in the cafeteria, because the special education department thinks that Ricky should interact with the student body more Great idea, special education people who have no idea how evil the student body can be to special people like Ricky Roberts

When I’ hs out a disgusting single syllable word for a wo to repeat He pretends to cover his h, because he is ame this worst of all words, so I say, "Like you’d even knohat one was"

"I’ve seen yourbehind hih to turn his head--SLAP!--and it h I’m a Catholic and JC is not doith violence

And then Lex’s hand is on his face He cannot believe that I frickin’ slapped him

The football morons are shocked as hooey--their pieholes wide open, like their eyes

Ricky is screaet between us, and the next thing I know I’ for him to finish some stupid phone conversation When he finishes, he looks at me from across his battleship-size desk and says, "What now?"

"Your quarterback called le-syllable word for a wo to repeat--and then implied that he had sex with my mother, so I slapped his kisser," I say, and then add, "Prince Tony"

"It’s Principal Fiorilli to you, young lady"

"Come on, Prince, we’re behind closed doors Just us here," I say to the tiny man, because he is weak and can be swayed if you flirt with hihter sorta way

He turns red, and I know I have him

"I heard you kicked him in the shin yesterday His father called to complain and--"

"Lex Pinkston is an evil boy who--"

"I know exactly who Lex Pinkston is and his father--"

"I prayed for you last night, Prince Tony"

"You did?" He doesn’t kno to react to this one Church and state and all This is a public school "Why did you pray for ht True"

"Thank you," he says, blushing again

"When are you going to start protecting the good people of Childress Public High School?"

"What would you haveevil"

"It’s not that easy"

"So you are ad Lex Pinkston is evil?"