Here’s what it’s like to be cool: Cool kids play Pokémon by the drinking fountains before school starts. I found that out on Monday when I got to school. Darren saw me walking up the steps and pulled me over. I never knew that the cool kids did that before. No one told me. I always thought drinking fountains were just for drinking. Cool kids don’t raise their hands to answer questions in class. That’s what Darren told me. I liked that rule, because I hardly ever know the answer to Mrs. Rouse’s questions anyway. Maybe I was cool all along, and I never realized it. At recess the cool kids play tetherball, which it turns out I’m sort of okay at. The only thing I didn’t like about being cool was that I couldn’t sit next to Betsy at lunch because Darren said cool kids didn’t sit next to kids who weren’t cool, and Darren said Betsy definitely wasn’t cool. “Maybe she is cool,”
