There’s a lot going on right now. There’s no sugarcoating it, the world is—well, kind of depressing at the moment. It’s discouraging seeing every thing shut down, seeing people locked up in their homes. Watching the schools being shut down; couples being forced to reschedule their wedding. It really makes you think—makes you feel. Makes…
A Quarter Mile (Final Part)
“All right Jez, don’t give it everything at first, save it until you absolutely need it, then show ‘em what you got!” I gripped the go-cart frame, leaning forward so Jez could hear me. “There are a lot bigger carts than ours here,” Lucas pointed out. “Don’t think like that, then we for sure wont…
A Quarter Mile (Part Three)
“Pull harder!” Jez pushed her leg down, gripping the handles on her bike. “I can’t! My legs are about to give out.” Wyatt leaned forward, standing while he peddled. “Put your legs to use: peddle!” Jez titled her head from side to side as she peddled down street. “We’re trying!” I looked back at Jez,…
A Quarter Mile (Part Two)
The next day after school, I dragged a pallet out of the garage and dropped it behind the four-wheeler. We decided Sunday afternoon to build a raceway around the bike track and because it was at my house, I was in charge of building it. After I attached the pallet onto the four-wheeler, I drove…
A Quarter Mile (Part One)
I swung my legs back and forth, twiddling my thumbs. In front of me sat Mr. Beamer, or as I liked to call him, Bobble-Head Beamer. A few rows in front of him sat Nose-Picker Noah. He picked his nose very subtle so no one would notice, but I always did. I made sure I…
The Farmer's Daughter 