Even when i do something right, I feel like i’ve done something wrong.

Mrs. Muldoon walks down the line, handing out the most beautiful bouquets I have ever seen. Like the ones that brides carry. Dark red ribbons that wind around the stems like a barbershop light pole. Ribbons dangle from the bottom, too. She hands my bunch to me, and I smile thinking of how much my mom will love to see me with them. Keisha.

I love eggs. Scrambled eggs. Fried eggs. Poached on toast, and boiled eggs. I love peeling the shell off of a boiled egg, don’t you. I even like egg salad, which my brother won’t eat even if someone holds him down...

Antibiotics Mr.

Would you say... that you’re yourself around her? I always think that’s the true measure of how good a friend is” -Mrs. Murphy.

What do you like, then?” “Buffalo wings,” I say. He laughs a little. “What do you like about school?” “Leaving.” He.

I love how Albert can’t choose one character while Oliver wants to write about everyone.

Connecticut is covered with them, but in March the branches are still bare. Like long, gray fingers waving us along as we speed by.

My mouth dries up. I know I am not apologizing for the picture. I am sorry for being there in the first place.

BE SOMEONE’S HERO.