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minutes, Sherman and Dalton had made significant progress down the
hall and were about an average Jaramillo High School student’s height
from the door to the outside. Although it was custom for them to jet out
of Biology a little early, Ms. Hinder’s shrill cry from their prison, Room
A141, made Sherman slow his pace. The pale light from their classroom
faded as the heavy door squeaked to a close behind them. He knew his
drag his insubordinate ass back in to hear her customary farewell to her
students for the weekend. They were not going to stick around just to sing
her little Coolio-parody goodbye song: “One, two, three, four: Get your
booties out the door!” The whole intended mood of mirth would be ru-
ined, for one.
For two, by the time the screech tickled his eardrums in places he
could only scratch with a Q-tip, and where Johnson & Johnson warning
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labels would dissuade him from trying to reach, there was probably just a
minute or less left and apprehending two kids who always slipped out at
merus and yanked him out the front entrance as the electronic bell
sounded from flat intercoms throughout the building.
ious jocks wearing clothes so bright and clean they were glowing, adver-
tising the abbreviations and acronyms of popular brand insignia, the in-
pristine apparel looked as though it had only that morning been removed
from off-white shelves of perfect inset cubes that smelled of vanilla and
synthetic fabric. Their immaculate dress was like a testament of their in-
zies and their parents, who sacrificed much to re-experience young adult-
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hood’s bliss.
To his immediate right were the goths, or at least people who, like
Dalton was wearing an all-black shiny pleather jumpsuit, with a solid col-
umn of small buckles going down the side of each leg. Sherman’s friend
sat down on the walkway along the school, set his back against the brick
wall, and kicked out his shiny Gestapo boots. His face was caked with
white powder. His lips and eyes were bleeding black goo. He looked like
rows of capris and cargo pants with his head slightly cocked to the side,
to see if he really was still alive. Just as he did so, his thumb hooked into
the belt loop of a girl who walked in between them at just that moment.
His hand was still moving forward to make a playful gesture with his
which he extended his arm. By the time his outstretched arm acted as an
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effective fulcrum on the back of the now falling girl, he saw thin flutter-
ing strands of black hair fly up symmetrically beside her face that curled
and pointed like fingers. An array of necklaces also went flying, suspend-
ing marijuana leaf, peace sign, and Grateful Dead bear pendants in front
of him like constellations. Her right leg went up in the air to counterbal-
ance as she fell back over his arm which in this split second he attempted
to keep straight and rigid so as to somehow reverse her fall by allowing
her top weight to see-saw back up. On her leg he saw hippie flowers of
different colors and sizes sewn into bell-bottom jeans. Tiny transparent
Katie and Karen were sisters and Sherman had first met them in
middle school. They, nor anyone he knew (including himself), were not
the same now as they were back then. He knew Katie but only knew of
Karen from seeing the two of them walk together down hallways, usually
in very loud conversation. They looked almost exactly the same. Katie’s
He and Katie talked all the time whenever they had classes together,
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but three years later he could not recall the subject of a single conversa-
tion, except their last one before they found each other again here, at Ja-
ramillo. Although the general subject still eluded him, he distinctly re-
called her saying the word “crap” and he being utterly repulsed by it. Did
she not know that Jesus said not to swear at all and that doing so put her
He was quite sure of this at the time, anyway. When he first ran into
Katie again after sophomore orientation, he could not say what his views
a mob of students down the hallway in the opposite direction that Katie,
approached, the two saw each other and Sherman knew exactly who she
was.
“Hey!” he responded.
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“Nice shirt…”
“Oh… thanks!”
They kept moving and it would be days before they’d find each other
again. Sherman glanced down at his shirt and saw a scorpion with huge
googly eyes and jagged lightning bolt red lips that appeared to be skewer-
ing a down-and-out rag doll of sorts. Classic The Wall artwork.
expect when things really got started, but the last half hour of each class
usually descended into people just talking. Near the end, he would be-
gin leading the procession that emerged from their classroom by way of
carrying on a conversation with a friend while they got up and left, con-
sciously inspiring his classmates to follow suit. He was once again the first
in the hall on his side of the school and as he walked and talked, several
students finally left their classes and started coming out from behind him.
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wall of students and Katie in front chatting with a small and thin girl with
black hair and black-rimmed glasses. Katie wore a dull and faded tie-dye
shirt under acid washed jean overalls with leg cuffs that were frayed to
shreds. She clanked as she walked with at least five necklaces, at least as
many bracelets on each arm (some of which were also necklaces), and an
As they passed, Sherman once again said hello. This time, Katie
shoved a folded piece of notebook paper into his hand. They continued
Sherman,
Hey there! What’s up? It’s been forever!!! What’s been going on with
you?
You know, I was having a really shitty day yesterday until you were so
kind as to say hello. I know it may not sound like very much. But for me, it
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I’m not sure what my schedule’s gonna be yet, but we should hang out!
I’m always waiting outside the C wing for the bus. Wow, I thought this year
was gonna suck! I’m really happy to run into you again.
Peace,
Katie
Sherman reread the note several times, flipped it over and back
to make sure this was definitely what Katie handed him. There was her
name right at the end. This was obviously her note addressed to him.
He became very warm. When he stood up, he thought he could see the
steam that the swamp in his netherparts released, from which streams of
sweat rolled down his legs. Perhaps he was overacting, although he was
not sure what kind of reaction he was having. Was this some kind of invi-
tation? To what?
He would inquire with Katie’s other half to get a sense if his instincts
were right. He rarely talked to Karen and wasn’t sure what she thought of
him, but assumed there were positive feelings. Back at school, he found
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siqued women. She and Katie had the exact same kinds of inflections in
their speech. They had the exact same way of expressing exasperation, by
expelling air in a guttural push that almost sounded like they were growl-
He approached her from behind and was about to tap her shoul-
der when the broad and tall girl Karen was facing noticed Sherman and
nothing like her sister. Her hair was dyed dark maroon and tied back in
a bun. Her face was completely white with powder (an odd trend among
people he knew at the time). They may have had the exact same counte-
rated and were half metal rings. She also donned a large amount of jew-
elry, all of which was skeletal and Wicca-themed and clinked when she
“You, come with me,” she said. She placed an open palm on his
shoulder to guide him to one of the small rooms that divided the outside
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from the inside, which worked remarkably well for private moments,
“Yeah, so May wants to ask you out but she’s really nervous but she
doesn’t mind you knowing, so… yeah.” She shrugged. “Do whatever.”
Sherman took his hand out of his pants. He had only once caught
a glimpse of this May she was speaking of at the C-wing spot and at no
point picked up on any kind of romantic vibe. She had very dark red lip-
stick but no other makeup. He recalled her curly and wet hair and the
thin jacket wrapped around her shoulders that flapped like a sail in the
moderately strong wind of that day. He did not gather that either one
that she would have been the subject of their private conversation if there
was something to pursue there. It was safe to assume a purely platonic
message, then.
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Well, he would find out what this was all about. To his dismay, the
peared from Language Arts to seek out his new interest. It was still the
second week and he remembered one time seeing the blonde-haired May
from the gravel paths with a neon blue lunch bag beside her, studiously
eating a cup of ramen when Sherman knocked on the glass part of the
door. He saw her suddenly sit up and throw her hands out as though
from an electric jolt, spilling the entire contents of her noodles and tiny
peas and carrots onto the floor. Sherman’s heart sank, and he slid down
the door while his fingers made a streaking sound against it.
He looked through one of the side panels and saw that the girl’s ex-
pression was definitely not of anger. It was really more of a smile than a
look of annoyance, although it had elements of both.
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stood on his toes to avoid a slowly spreading puddle. He held his hand
over his mouth and had wide eyes while he moved like this. His pants
legs brushed against the red brick wall of the small room with regular
mechanical strokes. He knelt down before the now definitely smiling girl.
“Hey, that’s why you always pack a spare.” She then took out a mi-
She shook her head. “No, certainly wasn’t expecting you.” She was
“I see…” Sherman stood up again and then decided to sit back down
cross-legged. “I guess, I thought you may have because… Well, I was talk-
ing to Karen… And… you know…”
“Carter?” she tossed her head back and laughed. “Ha-ha. Ah, that
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girl…”
There was a loud banging on the door behind him which made the
whole room rattle and he shrieked while he turned his head to see Karen
“You crazy bitch!” the girl on the ground yelled through the glass.
Karen opened the door and pulled Sherman up by the shirt collar,
forcing him to leap adeptly over the ramen pond. They started walking
back to the main hallway until Karen pushed Sherman up against the
wall.
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that dictated how she appear and carry herself. She explained to him that
she consciously declined to move her hips when she walked, that you
would only see her dead carcass in an open coffin dressed up in stockings
or heels, that she had seen a good many former friends one by one lay
sonalities, always by giving way to one practice, just some eye shadow to
accent the eyes, just some lipstick for a little fuller appearance, just some
shorter pants because it’s sweltering, and then another, and then another.
She did not believe she had any true friends, in the truest sense of
the word. The people he saw flanking her during calmer passing periods
were simply people who were always there, and they were maybe all go-
There was no one she could say she actually trusted, with the excep-
tion of Helena, the diminutive girl with glasses he had seen with Katie on
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herself at odds with her parents’ reasoning. Katie explained that she
well understood the rebellious streak that kids are going to have against
their parents growing up, but that Helena’s biological mentors would go
but for nothing that warranted abuse, despised onions and was known to
them. At age 14, during the beginning of her freshman year, her parents
forbade her from purchasing school meals and insisted on packing her
lunch in an attempt to wean her off her hatred of what was clearly an
reasoned, Katie told him. And it didn’t matter to them that whenever
they snuck onions into her food, she would be purging in the bathroom
for the next few hours. But the experience that caused her distrust of her
parents to peak would occur a year later when she was presented with
what she was told was a white chocolate birthday cake with coconut shav-
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ings. One large and unguarded bite into a slice carefully carved out by
her mom, Helena would later recount, would result in a sea green stream
of liquid spurting from her mouth and shaving a section of icing off and
staining the white plaster under their kitchen stove forever, culminating
ties involved.
Katie loved hippie music and classic rock and roll. She reiterated that
it must have been some kind of destiny to see that not only was Sherman
at this school with her, but that he was into Pink Floyd. He was hesitant
to tell her that he had purchased his The Wall shirt on a whim, as he no-
ticed one day that he was about to enter the second phase of high school
and had no apparel promoting music. He was not all that familiar with
any music group before the 90s. His ignorance of the classics was not lost
on Katie, who one day approached him with Led Zeppelin IV and asked
him to find time to listen to it from beginning to end.
Katie and Sherman talked a lot, but by the time teachers got serious
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ficult to steal time to roam. But Karen and Sherman shared an Advanced
Algebra II class and sat at the same two person table and would often talk
they slid back and forth in room B200 at 11:29AM, October 15, 2000:
to.
Um…
Er…
Don’t feel like a cowboy today. Just feel… I don’t know. I’m not sure
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No more!
Well, let me put it to you this way: So, I have this friend…
Hehe. Yeah. So, my buddy, the good Mr. Alexie (brilliant writer,
by the way), he tells me that it’s confusing how the whole… dynamic
works…
Yes, the very dynamism that defines the eponymously named Duo.
All I mean is I’m not sure what the best thing to do is…
Regarding what?
Well, I mean, haven’t you been able to tell there’s some kind of…
chemistry, I dare say. That she and I are… that we’re so remarkably… I
mean, maybe it’s silly for me to say any of this if it really is so obvious.
Dude, I have no idea what you are talking about. I think I under-
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Um, do you listen to like anything I’ve ever said? I talk about Ben
pretty much all the time. You won’t believe it, but this morning I saw
him walking to school and on the bridge where all those wildflowers
are growing out of the sidewalk, I saw him step on some by accident.
And what does he do? He goes back to straighten them out! Is that in-
credible or what?
And did you know he likes Iced Earth? And The Beatles? Where’d
I don’t think that second one is so rare…. But hey… to some he’s
quite a catch, I’m sure. So, have you been, you know, coming on to him
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Oh my God, he’s like this huge teddy bear I just want to hug for-
Well then, you should just go melt into his arms, or whatever. A
pretty girl like you is sure to create a fissure or two in that iceberg-like
behemoth.
times the signs aren’t too clear. Although sometimes, they are all too
clear.
Hmm… well, tell me. Might you see something happening… here?
Where?
Right here?
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into the dark auditorium. Bright lights shined from silver lamps hanging
off the edges of the black painted catwalk. Their light rays made strands
of solid dust clouds visible, and to Sherman it looked as though that was
the entire atmosphere, that they were only breathing in hair and dead
skin. Nevertheless, he took a deep breath and saw everyone he had every
really known all in the same room. Not quite everyone he ever knew, but
the only people at this point that he could say he was really aware of and
personally knew.
He sat in the center seat of the second row in the middle section. To
his right was Serendipity (the broad tall girl who had pointed him out to
Karen), Mary “Full of ” Grace, Dædra, Karl Marx (so nicknamed solely
due to his usually scruffy appearance which was a symptom of his light-
ning fast hormone growth, the teasings of which left the good natured
Marx unscathed and his peers impressed), Joane Incognita, and Dalton.
To his left sat Katie Carter, Helena, Karen Carter, Tina “George (of the
Jungle)” Xi (a nickname Tina gave herself for no reason she could ever
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haviour” Bynes (whose actual name was Amanda Beinhart, having been
bestowed with a joke last name simply due to the prominence of a like-
ests), and April (who Sherman had mistakenly identified as May, marking
an epoch in his relation to Karen and Katie’s group, as it were, a period
On the stage was a large white projector screen. Slowly, the whoop-
ing and yelling of his colleagues simmered down and the presentation be-
gan. It was a slideshow set to late 20th century California beach boy guitar
music (Jack Johnson and the like) and the crowd moaned as though on
cue. Very high quality still pictures of random students clinging to each
other and generally caught in surprise progressed and the first few slides
elicited light tittering, graduating to heartier chuckling.
One of the slides was Dalton staring out beyond the camera in his
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quintessential dead man gaze. The picture was outside and taken at an
angle with a glare that reduced the quality. His eye shadow was so heavy
he appeared to have empty eye sockets and he very much looked like
their classmates.
on. Not all of them were sophomores, but he recognized almost every-
one captured. One was of Serendipity standing very upright and cross-
armed in front of one of the side entrances. A young boy, whose face you
couldn’t see, angled his head up at her in a way that looked pleading, as
This made the entire room laugh, but Sherman couldn’t help but to feel
like she was an ogre figure exacting a toll or something like that. Few peo-
ple in his class were spared the embarrassment of candid moments on the
mustache, dressed in a true flannel suit jacket fumbling with a hot dog
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on a bright white plate right on his crotch, although he was standing and
ate combat stance, at some school function where his soul was suddenly
to catch a hot dog falling out of the bun right over what would have to be
his gonad and with wide bent legs not unlike that of someone who had
recently stepped off a horse, it would bring great tears of joy and laugh-
ter to them without fail— that picture froze in view for five solid seconds
other than Sherman, leaning over to deliver what was clearly meant to be
hand the instant the photo was taken to block his advance. This moment
blown up to beyond life-size proportions for the great delight of the audi-
ence who laughed the loudest at that sight. A few seconds later, the sec-
ond part of the photo scene appeared where Sherman was again leaning
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in to kiss the girl but this time she submits and they are clearly lip-locked
of the hair, shoulder massages, and hard pats on the back. He sees some
people wringing their hands in the air in what looks to him like congrat-
ulatory gestures, and a few others wiping away fake tears. All quite silly,
yet flattering. Although he wasn’t sure what they’d think to learn that he
and Karen didn’t last too long, and that the Kodak moment before them
second time.
The sisters’ seats were empty and he saw Helena sitting with arms
and legs crossed, the knee pointing out and her foot shaking. She wasn’t
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Helena very slowly turned her head towards him. Her look was
blank, as best as Sherman could describe it. She looked the opposite of
whole… It really is not what it seems. This isn’t the best place… or you
“She probably went to our spot.” Helena kept looking out between
and beyond people. “I’m not going to tell you what to say or what to do. I
really don’t know what all has been going on with you… three… but yes.
Go talk to Katie… or…” She rested her forehead in one hand and waved
him off with the other. “Just go!” she shouted, still waving him off.
Sherman got out of his seat to leave and was tackled by a student
whom he, in retrospect, did not believe he had ever actually met. Before
hitting the ground, he saw the young man’s backwards red cap that placed
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an MLB logo right above his forehead. He brought him to the floor and
Sherman put his fist to his mouth as he sharply inhaled then ex-
haled. He walked over to the large glass panels and the sun was setting
behind the mountains, making the grass, concrete, and the entire gray
and brown interior appear orange. He leaned against one of these large
downright hilarious. I mean, a guy kissing a girl, I mean a black guy kiss-
ing a white girl and initially rebuffed, only to break the barriers of stigma
so that true primal beauty could finally call you to answer that fire—”
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“She’s my sister!”
groundbreaking… Or… now wait… First of all, Karen and I never re-
ally… We were like ‘Hey, let’s go out’, but nothing, you know, changed.
Nothing was actually different between us. And that damn kiss was sim-
ply a joke.”
“A joke kiss?”
“First, who’s to know it’s best to scan the immediate premises for
guard. But again, there was nothing that ever… I don’t know what she
Katie was leaning against the lockers in the farthest corner from
Sherman, who was still up against the glass. She leaned back against the
lockers and started bouncing herself off the wall with her hands behind
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“Here’s the thing. Admit it. You’re really popular. I mean, did you
see how everyone got up and came over to you? The way people worship
you like that and fawn over you is just… it’s disgusting. And you top it all
off by hooking up with my sister and then I have to watch you… I do not
know where you’re coming from, brother.” Katie stopped bouncing. She
stood in silence for about a minute before springing off the wall of lock-
ers. “Peace, yo. Don’t expect me to talk to you.”
He heard her clanking around the corner and then saw her through
the glass walking down the gravel path. Her head bent down every so of-
ten as though she were shielding the wind of such a rapid stroll. She was
clearly trying to get somewhere very quickly but dealt with her natural