The Candy Smash
“It was the same mood he'd gone to bed with on Friday night. The same mood that had followed him all that day, hanging over his shoulders like a heavy, wet, stinky wool blanket.
But after he'd complained to his mother for ten solid minutes about the lack of milk in the house and then snapped at Jessie for leaving her shoes on the stairs right where he would trip over them, both his mother and Jessie declared that he was a beast and told him to get out of the house until he turned back into a human being.
He decided to grab his snowshoes and hike through the woods and into the cemetery. There were good trees for climbing there, and it was his favorite place to think. He went to the garage and started rummaging through the big plastic bin of outdoor stuff. About four inches of snow had fallen last night, and although he could have gone out in just his boots, it was more fun to wear snowshoes.
He started hunting through the shelves in the garage. Instead of finding his own snowshoes, ...though, he found his dad's.MoreLess
But after he'd complained to his mother for ten solid minutes about the lack of milk in the house and then snapped at Jessie for leaving her shoes on the stairs right where he would trip over them, both his mother and Jessie declared that he was a beast and told him to get out of the house until he turned back into a human being.
He decided to grab his snowshoes and hike through the woods and into the cemetery. There were good trees for climbing there, and it was his favorite place to think. He went to the garage and started rummaging through the big plastic bin of outdoor stuff. About four inches of snow had fallen last night, and although he could have gone out in just his boots, it was more fun to wear snowshoes.
He started hunting through the shelves in the garage. Instead of finding his own snowshoes, ...though, he found his dad's.MoreLess
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