The Drainpipe For a half hour, every school day, for a few months, I was really happy. A friend and I would go to the drainpipe, and we would sit, talk, eat our lunches, and listen to my walkman. It was the perfect place: It was quiet, beautiful, and it was full of peace. It didn't matter whether it was cold or hot, somehow you didn't feel anything sitting on that drainpipe. You would feel …showed first 75 words of 434 total…

…showed last 75 words of 434 total…to just escape, I make the excuse that I forgot a book at school and I leave. I cross the soccer field, then the gym, sometimes stop at my locker to put away my backpack, and I run to the drainpipe. I lay down in the grass, and think about what ever is bothering me right now. I put my headphones in my ears and blast the tape that is in my walkman. I'm transported.