The next day he took me to the school to sign me up for classes. The semester had been in session for a month, so I was already behind the curve a little, but my dad didn’t think it was going to affect me. People stared at us as we walked through the halls. It was obvious this was a pretty small town, which meant a lot of these people had known each other for a long time. No doubt that was going to make a difficult situation a thousand times harder. I had opted for faded jeans with a hoodie over a black T-shirt—casual garb, I had thought, but from looking around I could tell I was overdressed. It wasn’t what I was wearing as much as where I had bought them.
Ok so I am going to give away a couple of digital copies of my books…just answer this question publically or privately.
Which book would you want to read and why?
“’Morning,” he said, smiling. We all said “morning” back. “I know I’m supposed to be up here talking about scripture and the good book and all, but I just don’t have it in me today.” He walked from behind the podium and sat down on the carpeted steps that led up to the altar. “Instead, I just want to talk. About the world, the stuff happening in it… you know, life.” I looked over at Nate, who shrugged. This was new to him too, it seemed.