I wander in and out of stores aimlessly, enjoying an ice-cold Frappuccino (what my mother doesn’t know won’t hurt her) and not shopping. The back-to-school displays make my stomach turn. Usually Mom and I do a one-stop, back-to-school shop (binders, shoes, maybe a pair of jeans). Then we have an end-of-summer barbeque with Benji and Denise, followed by my annual back-to-school haircut. School is less than two weeks away, and Mom hasn’t mentioned any of it. I wonder if she’s forgotten in all of the wedding/Denise-moving-away madness. Or maybe, because I’m going into high school, she thinks I’ll be too old. I hope not; I like the tradition. Besides, I don’t feel any older than I did last year. I veer toward the food court, staying away from anything that looks like it could be used in a classroom. Fries will take my mind off school. Maybe even poutine. I’m in line, trying to decide if I should get a small or a medium, when I spot Benji sitting with a boy I don’t know. He looks older; maybe he’s a senior.
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