ADVENT
Mom says to just keep walking until I reach the middle, where the rest of the apples are, and if I do that then I can have TV time for half an hour. It sounds easy, but I’m still afraid about the fire touching my hands, and how I can’t see any of my teachers’ faces in the dark.
Mrs Render says we should imagine how it would look from above, the spiral, and she didn’t like it when I asked what the point of the apples were. She doesn’t like when I ask anything, it doesn’t seem like, and mom said that I shouldn’t tell her about our TV deal.
I watched them do this last year, the bigger kids, while we sat in the same chairs that we use in our Exploration Rooms (mom doesn’t like when I call them that, she asks me to call it classroom when I’m home, but Mrs Render doesn’t like it the other way around so I try to avoid using any word for it altogether), but we’re in the Assembly Room now.
They seemed so much older than us, the big kids, and I don’t think I quite believe that now we’re as old as they were. Some of us seem old, I guess. Jessica and Anaïs and Valhalla and Kyle. They got taller over the
