A cut description of the boys in seventh grade.
The trouble with the boys in my class is that they were attractive and repellant all at once. Their voices were abrasive, they liked to drone on about themselves, and sometimes their jokes really stung. They bugged me—they went out of their way to bug me. But pheromones must’ve been at work in my stick-straight body as it grew taller, because I was nevertheless drawn moth-like to their pettiness.