Chapter 2.
I have a book report due next week and I have yet to reach chapter two.  Thankfully life still continues—ever so steadily and oftentimes much too quickly.  I want a pause button.

When I first sat down, Clayton asked how it felt to be a junior.  In simplicity, I blurted out “it’s sad.”  It’s just like how you start taking tiny sips when you realize half your frappacino is gone or how my sister refuses to eat the last couple of pieces from her wedding cake from 2 years ago.  I want a pause button.

I’m still at Panera, and the $2 tea I bought 5 hours ago has worked its way down to being about 20 cents a cup.  I’ve also