Chapter 2 Tapping on That Jim's Head
Chapter 2 Tapping on That Jim's Head
After the party, me and my other bestest friend rode home on the bus. Her name is Grace.
Me and that Grace take turns sitting next to the window.
That is good sports of us, I think.
Except for sometimes we forget whose turn it is. Then we have to settle it with our fists.
This time, it was that Grace's turn to sit next to the window.
"Guess what? I don't even care if you sit there today," I told her.
"'Cause eati
