My father liked to write. He wrote day and night, night and day. I bet he’s still writing in heaven. He’s probably typing pages and pages of letters at the moment, his small, neat, handwriting sprinkled across off-white pape...

My sixth period English class is right after my lunch period. All the boys in the class are bouncing off the walls, which annoys me. I don’t like distractions while I’m trying to do important stuff. Anyways, nothing really ...