Ms. Stanwich stood, perspiring from all pores, glaring at her 7th grade class. It was a small class of eight rambunctious boys and seven insecure young ladies. “I would like to begin classzzskll with a slls-hort writing asszzskll-ignment,” Ms. Stanwich said. Her lisp was grating to the ears. The cacophony of mixed syllables that followed what shouldContinue reading “Class Less One”
This is an early draft of a story started in November of 2002.