Tater chips with cold
spaghetti sauce; late Sunday
night stay-up, while the
ice storm batters the local
outdoors: no school, tomorrow.
Kyakuchuu
Author's Notes/Comments:
This was during Christmas break of my sophomore year in high school. Upon my return, the verbal and (once in a while) physical bullying became a brutal crescendo---which mysteriously ceased with the end of that year, and did not resume during my Junior year.