Monday, 10 August 2015
The second in the Summer series.
Most kids longed for the school bell. The one that signaled the end of the school year and the start of the long summer vacation. At sixteen years old Jesse Hartnell was no exception. For him the bell meant one thing; the end of nine months of listening to the jocks sticking their feet out to trip him up and then laughing at the faggot sprawled on the floor and the shrill giggles of their girlfriends. The start of the summer vacation meant freedom of a kind that Jesse only had for a few precious months of the year and he wasn’t going to waste a single moment.