Oh, the Horror!

My friends and I were hot stuff in 11th grade, and we knew it. Most of us could drive, so we didn’t have to walk to the CVS to buy sour gummy worms, and we had debit cards so we didn’t have to fumble around with our cash when we were paying the box office¬†for…

Terrence Stewart and the Magic Whatever

“It’s every July 13th,” Mr. Wibb explained. “You’re in here every week practically, what do you mean you’ve never heard of it?” “Mr. Wibb, there is no such thing as the Magic Whatever Sale,” Terrence protested. “Every July 13th, young man,” Wibb’s eye glimmered as he swept his hand across the shelf deeply lined with…