Here goes the first push on my Dad’s ten year old ten speed bike. Oh honey, there is no reason to get you a new bike, see this one is vintage. At that point all he needed to do was wink. And by vintage meaning that it never should of existed, well good way to put it Pops, at least your honest.

School, great! No, please, seriously stop saying that it’s not what it’s cracked up to be. You know that you couldn’t be paid to go back into this black hole, someone decided to call education.

“Hey, Hayden.”

Wonderful, who else can be than Milo. Milo is the coolest and funniest person. Even though he is the quietest person I know. My theory is that he stays up the night before and writes the stuff he’s gonna say. Like a baby. They always know just when your tired to cry.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing.”

“Did you do your science notes?”

“Yeah, you can copy them.”, he says, “If you want of course.”

“No, no, no. I couldn’t copy them. That would be wrong… I’ll reword them.”

“I knew that was coming.”

“You betcha.”