When Netherton reads to the class, he uses a melodic voice with just a little bit of a hum to it. I read silently along, but about halfway through, my mind succumbs to his lullaby and the words on the page swirl together into a chaotic whirlpool of letters and punctuation.
Class begins at seven pm, just fifteen minutes after US History ends. Supper is an unrealistic fantasy on school nights.
That is why you will often find me with my face pressed to the glass of the vending machine, begging a Snickers bar to magically leap into my clutches.
Class begins at seven pm, just fifteen minutes after US History ends. Supper is an unrealistic fantasy on school nights.
That is why you will often find me with my face pressed to the glass of the vending machine, begging a Snickers bar to magically leap into my clutches.
