False Alarm

One day in math, my friend (who I had met just weeks before) and I are sitting in the back of the room during class. While I'm taking notes, I notice a bit of activity in the desks next to and in front of me. The kid next to me (my friend) reaches over and nudges the kid in front of me. When he has his attention, the kid next to me whispers, "can I get you anything?" The kid in front of me nods, whispers something back, and hands over some money. At this point in time, I'm freaked out. I stare at my desk, not sure what to do. I'm about 95% sure I have just witnessed a drug deal. The kid next to me asks to go to the bathroom, and leaves.

Now, if other kids in my school want to do drugs, that's their choice. I'm even friends with a couple kids who do drugs occasionally, and I'm totally fine with it so long as they're not hurting anyone and I'm not involved. But a drug dealer? This is definitely new territory for me. So you can imagine I'm sitting at my desk about ready to have a heart attack, totally convinced that my new buddy is a drug dealer. Well, he comes back a few minutes later, sits down, and hands the kid in front of me a Mountain Dew and a bag of Doritos, as well as a couple quarters in change. He had gone to the vending machines! In short, I felt pretty ridiculous because of the whole thing. Sometimes I think I'm a little paranoid.

Anyway, my name's Kayli and I live in Illinois. My hobbies include unwittingly creating awkward silences and being horribly out of place everywhere I go.