1  2  1965  Traverse City, Michigan, USA  Home to fields that stretch forever  Lakes untouched by even the harshest weather  April  Snow still flutters and falls  Beyond the walls of the crowded gym  Beyond the tacky trimming and creaking curtains and hoards of hopeless dancers  Beyond the “Prom on the Red Carpet!” banner  April.  Prom…

I’ve never seen rocks thrown at the windows of my favorite cafe until January. I’ve never seen the gem of the city on fire, but that changed in January. I’ve never smelled the freshness of a sunny January morning paired with ashes until January. I’ve never felt the stickiness of blood on the pavement, but…

The silence in the van was stifling. There were only seven students and one teacher who belonged to the House of Time, so the school had sent them in a van instead of the bus. Which Cody thought was for the best. It would have been funny to get into a bright yellow school bus…

There was red in the gutter and I’m not sure what from.  It was either blood or rust or faded paint just 99 cents a tube.  There was red in the gutter and I’m not sure what from.  If it was paint just 99 cents a tube it was from the shop that smelled like…