Well, who'd have thought so much could change in one summer? Not me, that's for sure. Probably not the folks at Lesotho high school. That's where I was supposed to start eighth grade in the fall. Supposed to. You caught that, right? Seventh grade was only the start. I've got a whole lot more to tell. But first I should introduce myself.
I'm Toto Khoabane
Anyway I guess I should have seen it coming. It's like every time things start to look okay in my crazy life, something always comes along to change it. It's like it just falls out of the sky.
And everything changed on the day McDonald's burned to the ground.
Here's what happened. See, there's this thing called a grease trap over the grill at the diner, where Riggs (also known as Fred) cooked about fifteen dozen greasy burgers everyday. If you don't clean out the trap once in a while, it turns into a giant fireball, just waiting to go off.
And guess what?
I didn't get to see much.
I was in the storage room in the back, just passing the time and waiting for Mom to finish her lunch shift. Then all of a sudden, I heard this giant WHOOM! People started yelling, the fire alarm started blaring, and I could smell smoke.
A second later, Mom was there.
"Come on, Toto," she said.
"We have to go - right now!"
And she hustled me out the back door.
Nobody was hurt, but flames were coming through the windows and made up through the roof before the Fire Department even got there.
By the time the firefighters finally put out the fire, McDonald's looked more like McDonald's Big Pile of Ashes. Everything was all black and smoking, and the restaurant was just - gone.
And that's not all.
No MacDonald's meant no job for Mom.
No job meant no money to pay the rent on our house.
No house meant we had to pack up all our stuff and get out.
(See what I mean about everything changing?)
The only place we could go was Grandma Dotty's.
She told Mom we could come stay there as long as we wanted, which was really nice of her and everything, but the problem was, she lived in the city, about eight miles away. In other words, way too far for me to think about going to Lesotho high anymore. Now I was going to be starting eighth grade at some big -city high school, where kids like me get turned into chopped meat every single day. So there you have it. Chapter 1 isn't even over, and I'm already starting a whole new life. Try to keep up if you can. This is only the very beginning, where I say -
Goodbye, Rocky village!
Goodbye, lucky breaks!
And hello, eighth grade!
