Published: October 25, 2007

It was mine.

I found it under the tree. It was about the size of my hand. It was the color of milk. There were blue dots all over it.

I found it and it’s mine.

Maybe if I show it to Suzie, she’ll let me join her club.

Last week I tried to join them. Suzie said I could play with them if I went and kicked Tommy between his legs.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Will it hurt him?”

“No I don’t think so.”

Tommy was on the ground crying. After, he got up and punched me in the nose and I was bleeding.

“Eww,” Suzie said, “we don’t like blood.”

I wasn’t allowed to play.

But now I have this. Maybe she’ll ask to borrow my chalk and then we can play hopscotch.

I am walking past Suzie and the other girls. There is Tommy. He doesn’t look so mad at me now.

“What’s in your hand?” asks Suzie.

“Nothing.”

“It’s an egg! Give me that! You’re going to kill it.”

“No. It’s mine.” I look down at the egg. My shoes are untied.

“Give it to me!”

“No. It’s mine.”

“It’s not yours. It’s Nature’s. We’re going to put it back so you can’t kill it.”

It is warm in my hands, and a little soft.

“It’s not an egg.”

“Oh yea? What is it then?” Suzie is missing her two front teeth. I bet she got a dollar for them.

“It’s sex.”

“I bet you don’t even know what that is, you liar.”

“Yes I do, I saw my older sister do it.”

“You’re such a liar.”

The other night, my sister was in the car with her boyfriend. When she came out she wasn’t wearing a shirt and she was crying.

“I’m not lying.”

“Tommy, get me the egg.” Suzie has green eyes.

Tommy runs fast, but I can run faster.  Yesterday at recess I beat him in a race.

I forget that my shoes are untied and I trip. I scrape my knee. The sex is all over the street and on my shirt. It is sticky and it smells like turtle poop.

“Ha! I told you you would kill it. Murderer! You’re a killer and a liar!”

The sex is all over the street and on my shirt. My knee is bleeding. What a mess.