Show me your first few paragraphs and I tell you if I'd keep reading

Ask me, the only thing to look forward to about summers in Woodsboro was Scootie’s. Before it got all big and started franchising, Scootie’s was the place to go for the best triple-scoop ice cream this side of Häagen-Dazs. Nothing beats a triple chocolate mint while you’re trying to un-stick yourself from sweatpants, believe me.

That’s where we were headed back from, Henry Wallace and I, after school that Friday. Always after school and always Fridays. Became a thing whenever we got those irritating heat wave warnings on TV. Just us, our twelve speeds we didn’t have enough hands to pedal home on, and two Scootie’s ice cream cones. Always two scoops ‘cause the first would end up looking like Jackson Pollock chased us home.

“You finish Mr. Richards’ report?” asks Henry. His tongue is almost the same color as the Very-Berry Sherbet he’s got. Bright blue. Reminds me of a Gila monster. I think back. Oh yeah, that report.

“Got the first sentence down,” I say. Something wet drips past my hand. A fleeing chocolate chip. I snatch it out of mid-air and pop it back into my mouth. Olympics here I come. “It’s gonna wait. Calc’s tearing me apart.”

See, most people stop at Algebra. Figure it’s too hard when you just got a grip on numbers and then someone decides to add letters to the mix. Wait ‘til you get to Calculus. That’s when you end up questioning whether Newton was a plain genius or a mad genius. Or you’re the mad one trying to understand it.

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