by Jeanne-Marie Fleming Shamblen Studios Scott pops a wheelie in the schoolyard. And another. We watch until Marky rides up, ridiculous, on a tricycle. We circle Marky and cheer. I like them — the boys, their jerky moves. Even Sal, who speaks Italian, and broke all of our pencils. In the classroom, he holds air till he’s purple. Girls smack his cheeks to pop the air out. Frank makes cartoon flipbooks at his desk and sells them. It’s like watching television. I want one. My fr