Monday morning, I woke up late. I didn’t mean to. Oh, who am I kidding? Of course I meant to.

I probably would have stayed in bed if it hadn’t been for Luke.

He came by the house twenty minutes before school started, still wearing his Star Wars tshirt and grinning like an idiot while he waited on the porch. Betty finally found him and brought him inside.

“Verna! Verna are you ready for school?” She called behind my door.

“School? What the f&%$?” I grumbled, trying to block out the noise with my pillow. I writhed and grumbled, and finally fell with a thud to the floor from the bed.

“Sweetie, your little friend Luke is downstairs!” Betty called again.

“Betty, I’m not going to school!” I shouted back.

“Of course you are,” she said. I could hear her footsteps down the hall. I got dressed, but didn’t even try to do anything to my hair

Betty was force feeding Luke pancakes by the time I got downstairs, he seemed hesitant.

“Betty, we have to go,” I said, dragging Luke behind me.