As I pace around the kitchen I glance up at the clock,




If I were in school, I would be pulling on my boots while arguing with Jonah, tying the laces as slow as I could as to not be outside in the freezing winter air too quick.


If I were in school, but I am sick.


Not sick, I remind myself, It’s the holiday,


but my mind does not believe me for I am a liar


It is the holiday.


It is not always the holiday.


I wish I wasn’t sick.