William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream Next day, I was up before Mom, an unusual occurrence. All night, I couldn’t get Devlin out of my head, and now I couldn’t wait to see her. I left the house with hardly a bite of breakfast in my jumpy stomach, and ran as fast as I could towards Jackson’s Lake. Arriving back at the exact spot we had been the day before, I could still make out the indent of where her clothes had rested on mine. I touched the flattened grass tenderly, as if it were sacred ground. For almost two hours, I sat there waiting, but my initial burst of euphoria quickly turned to despondency. She wasn’t coming. Not now. Not ever. I had been a fool to think someone so beautiful would have any interest in someone as plain and boring as me.Eventually I returned home, defeated.‘What had you up so early this morning?’ asked Mom, placing a plate of food down in front of me. ‘Nothing,’ I mumbled. ‘Just wanted to get out of this damn boring house.’Mom slammed the palm of her hand down hard on the table, making me jump.‘You ever use language like that again in this house, Mister, I’ll staple your mouth before hurling you through to next week.
