"I am so, sosorry, kids," he apologized. "I got my hands tied up trying to close thekitchen window. I told you guys before, don't open it - this hou...e isold, and any moving parts are bound to get stuck or break eventually. Weneed to take care of it while we fix it up, and that means no opening ofwindows or, especially you Luke, using the door frames for pull-ups.Understood, kids?"We all nodded our heads in unison, but I doubt any of us cared too muchas we mowed down our food. Everyone. What could be better.I had turned 15 in April and had just finished my freshman year at Grossmont High. I had enough lawn jobs to keep me in spending money but still have time to myself. My best friend Joey had to go to summer school 3 days a week but that still left two days plus the weekend to screw around.It was a quieter time. The shrinks hadn't taken over the schools yet and convinced everyone that nobody was responsible for anything. A drive by was some high school seniors riding past in. You're going to sleep your life away,"Amanda said as she walked into Jessie's room. She observed the two"girls" looking so sweet as the slept on the same bed. Her son hadreally blossomed into something very special."Mom! I can explain..." Jessie quickly replied knowing that he was introuble for sleeping in the same bed as a girl."Explain what dear? The only explanation I need is why you didn't washthe makeup off your face before going to bed. Look at the mess you madeof your pillow. Ashley, you. I know!" sighed Mrs Aziz."I am tired of this country. I feel that my Muslim sisters and I here are just second class citizens. I mean in Islam we are all equal!" remarked Fatima.Mrs Aziz smiled at the young Arab girl."White people are like that, especially white Christians and Jews!!" commented Mrs Aziz.The 3 girls were conversing amongst themselves and Mrs Aziz sat down, enjoying her own cooking and listening to what these girls were talking about, something had caught her eye. Her eyes opened.