No More Pencils, No More Books
Fall always meant school supplies. In elementary school they felt like treasures--pencils, erasers, glue, markers and glitter and construction paper for art, maybe a Superman lunchbox.
No treasures for high school. Just pens, folders, college-ruled notebooks, a brown leather bookbag he found at Goodwill. A few new clothes from Wal-Mart when his dad was working; otherwise Goodwill again, and weeks of hoping that nobody at school would recognize a cast-off shirt on Xander's back.
This year there's no more school, no shopping trip. Stupid of him to miss that fall feeling.
The seasons change no matter what he feels.