It all started on the stairs outside my English classroom. I was late and I wasn’t watching where I was going, so I ran smack into my best friend, Kelly. There were pencils bouncing down the steps, folders spewing their contents on the floor, and pens escaping only to be crushed underfoot by passing students. […]
May/June 2007
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