Ah, the first week of school. Every other year, it always went like this: The week before the first day of class, Little Bill stays up all night playin’ video games in his room and tries to sleep the whole next day away until sometime around 1:00 in the afternoon Minnie storms halfways upstairs with the broom, complainin’ about makin’ lunches, leans the rest of the way and beats ol’ frig out of his bedroom door, screamin’ at him to get up. Then he’d eventually mumble his way downstairs, sit at the table with his hair pointin’ in all directions, tell us he hated everything in life, and then have a nice bowl of rice crispies. [Read more]
John McNeil 