Impressions
“Ugh, Dad you cannot send me to that school!” I squealed.
“Why Samantha? It looks lovely there.”
“It is on that terrible estate where children smoke drugs and lose their virginity at twelve years old.”
“You don’t even know the name of that estate, Sam,” my Dad challenged.
A wave of silence flooded the room. My Dad huffed, walked over to the bookshelf, picked up Hamlet and opened it to page twenty-six.
“Come here Sam and look at this page very closely, but don’t read the words. Read between the lines. What do you see?”
I hesitated. I saw nothing.
From Guest Contributor Joshua Wallis
Joshua is a home-school student from the United kingdom, who loathed reading literature until recently! He is looking forward to reading works of great novelists and insightful 100-word stories in the coming years.