Neither of us sees another way off the roof. Once we’re in my room, my sister closes the door. I start pacing. This is bad. This is bad. This is bad. Be quiet, she snaps. I don’t know what else to do so I put Journey in Satchidinanda on the record player and sit on … Continue reading Neither of us wants to go in.
A family moment at the kitchen table goes… exactly as it should.
As long as you cross the finish line four times, Mr. Coughlin lets you go inside to shower. Gym class is the longest failure of my week. Sometimes girls gather under the bleachers, yell to the fast boys. I push through the corners imagining someone yelling for me. Right now Alice Gavelston’s orange jersey is … Continue reading Track