Are you scared? I unconsciously punched out a text message back to my mom. What would I be scared of? She’d just asked me to stop by a police station around the corner of my office to pick up a car accident report for a recentread more

Eighth grade was when I really came into my own as a book person. I was in a great “honors” English class with a young, fun teacher, a class that was full of my friends (distracting and prodcutive at once) and had a syllabus full ofread more