Mom was in the kitchen cooking her some breakfast I never ate breakfast I always got it at school. I was in the bathroom for about 30 minutes I was no... sure what or if my mom would say anything. I was coming out of the bathroom and my mom was sitting on their bed and as I walked by she said good morning . I replied back to her not making eye contact. She then stopped me by saying "Are you feeling ok today you look like you don't feel good maybe you should stay home from school today" I was kind. It was late when Luke delivered Penny to her front door. She was tired,and more than a little tipsy from the effects of the "white lightning"they had both consumed. She would have liked to go directly to sleep,but Luke had seemed anxious to stay and talk, about what he chose torefer to as "their future".Penny was not entirely pleased with the way he discussed their cominglife together as if everything had already been settled, all decisionsmade. But she had to admit that it did feel good when. So, she began to teach me to read.By the end of that year, I could read simple books to myself or out loud. It was wonderful.A silly rule was implemented by the school district that year. The school board decided that they would move the cut-off date for the age of being admitted into school. It went from September 15—my birthday—to September 1. You had to be six by the first of September to be admitted into first grade. Mother protested, and when the school principal learned that I could. Usually, once they learn the rules and the pay, they are not too hard to convince. The organization is called the Dodger association, after the Oliver Twist Character, The Artful Dodger. I report to, well, I call her Cindy. I send an email to fake account, she replies. That is all, no real contact. I think she must be important to the university and can’t be caught getting mixed up with this. She may not even be a she for all I know. We’ve been close to being caught before, but somehow we.