Chapter no 19
Willy was dragging his ass again on Wednesday morning, but truthfully it wasn’t all his fault. I was kind of dragging my ass too, still dwelling on all the things I’d been talking to Jill about the night before. It’s not like I was dreaming about it, it was more that weird state where your […]
Chapter no 18
Wednesday
Chapter no 17
As the story of sixteen-year-old West Springfield native Rashad Butler develops, the city seems to be split in terms of which side of the argument they fall on in this case. Was it about race? e abuse of power? Or was it just another case of a teenage criminal, caught red-handed? For those who are […]
Chapter no 16
On Tuesday morning, everything changed—for real. Spray painted in wide, loopy neon-blue letters like a script of stars so bright they glowed in the day, and stretched so large it covered the entire sidewalk at the foot of the front stairs, was a graffiti tag. A tag so huge every single student, teacher, administrator, staff […]
Chapter no 15
Tuesday
Chapter no 14
There’s this dude named Aaron Douglas. Scratch that. ere was this dude named Aaron Douglas. A painter in the time of the Harlem Renaissance. Mrs. Caperdeen, my art teacher freshman year, turned me on to him during a lesson about artists from that period. Now, I had already been into art, way before Mrs. Caperdeen’s […]
Chapter no 13
If I thought walking away from Paul would make me not think about him, or what he had done for me over the years, I was an idiot. At school on Monday it felt like everyone was talking about Rashad. Who’d seen him? What was going on? Was he coming back to school? How bad […]
Chapter no 12
Monday
Chapter no 11
I stayed home with Willy Saturday night and we watched World War Z and then had a Mario Kart marathon until I felt bug-eyed and useless. It was good to escape into his world for a while, because aer we walked Jill home, I was still stuck in my head and it wasn’t fair to […]
Chapter no 10
Sunday. I slept late and woke up to an empty room. Silence. No one. So nice. Sunday TV is just as bad as Saturday TV, so I le it off and laid there in the cold space, staring at the wall, thinking about everything. I was supposed to have been at Jill’s party on Friday. […]