The Spring was about the only time I was glad to be home schooled. Megan and I would seclude ourselves upstairs in our rooms to do our work. Then we would take our work, with the company of towels and cigarettes onto the roof and sunbathe. we would talk about the boys we liked and the neighbor that Megan was asking God to transform...into someone uglier. we would dissect our parents marriage and come up for solutions for their fights. all the while, the warmth of the sun slowly making it’s way up our bodies as the cigarettes, one by one disappeared and our school books remained untouched.