Menthal Cigarettes. Is That Okay With You?

This day, this particular day in history, will be remembered for all the right reasons. For the sunlight, melting the snow away. I like to sit and watch it receding, creeping away, revealing the vomit yellow grass beneath it. For the sub in choir, and his funny way of pronouncing names, and his squeeky voice, and his strange stories. For getting into all the classes I wanted. For the good grade on my science test. For the sunny, spicy smell radiating off Matt during lunch time. For standing in a circle and trading jokes. For the freckles exposing themselves across my cheeks. For the beautiful, warm, but very dead squirrel my mom let me pick up off the side of the road, name Sampson, and bury in the backyard. Perhaps the rest of the day will be this wonderful. I believe, if that happens, that the fact that my heart stopped beating during English today might just be okay. I really hope it doesn't happen again.