The Bitch!! Campbell!! 115. Tennille’s muffin top It was always hard to concentrate on school once the calendar turned to May. The sun was finally shining, and the only thing that sounded good was sitting outside, listening to music and maybe bouncing rocks off the water at Blue Lake. But by May of junior year, it was almost impossible to force myself to go to school. After nine months of giving me shit, you’d think Chris Summers would have found something better to do to occupy himself. Hell, even a chimp gets tired of batting around the same ball after a while. But, no, he’d only managed to ramp it up over the winter, calling me Butt Pirate and talking all his buddies into speaking pirate language every time they passed me in the hall. Yaaargh, I heard Nick Levil’s been down to Davey’s locker to check out the booty! Har har har! One afternoon I ditched school and pedaled out to Blue Lake. It was a sunny day, and the lake was sparkling, the soft ripples bouncing sunlight right back at my eyes.
