wow. that's a really good story. i liked it alot.

this was good liked it!

I can so totally sympathize with this. I was in the colorguard for my marching band (never quite as popular as the cheerleaders, but so much more fun), and my mom was ALWAYS late picking me up. Sometimes so much as 45 minutes. And my house is too far away for me to even start walking. It's amazing how waiting, being so dependent on someone else can make you feel so worthless. It's such a tiny thing, but it balloons so easily. Anyway, good job.

P.S. "My Name is Asher Lev" rules. I've read just about everything Chaim Potok ever wrote. He's fantastic.