Paper Airplanes: A short story
It’s not a measured strategy, my confession to Angelo in the hallway, class still in session.
Inside is chaos: fifteen-year-olds gleeful at their newfound freedoms, thinking they are the shit, but with no understanding that they are merely sacks of hormonal electricity whose brains haven’t developed enough to control their behavior.
Outside, however, in the hall, sequestered and alone, Angelo listens.
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