Before it all went downhill, there was a quiet instituted in my life. Besides, there's always a calm before a storm.
Having been in the long and lonely summer classes for a week, I had learned two of three things.
One- Ms. Chesterfield smells of barf and as long as you wish to prosper in life, she should be avoided at all costs.
Two- sneaking out of class is inevitably a wish for detention as you will always be caught upon by Eliza Freeman, the school's valedictorian.
The last of the three facts would be learned only during the second week and even then I would still be unable to fully learn it.
That first weekend of summer , mum and dad brought me on a mini vacation to the mountains where they had built a log cabin with running water and electricity out of their own bare hands.
We spend the time toasting marshmallows, carrying baby tadpoles to the river, spiraling into the lake and birdwatching in the trees although I always avoided the blue jay in fear of bad luck.
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