Now hacked out of the wood.Meanwhile, somewhere else in time, Jon is eating his breakfast.“Where’s Dad?” asks Jon.“He went to work early. Why?” asks Jon’s mother.“No reason.”“You know you can talk to me, too.”“Uh-huh,” Jon says, into his cereal. Maybe not about this. And besides, he’s fallen into this trap before, he knows what happens: he tells her what’s on his mind and the next minute, he’s in the shrink’s office, having to explain why what’s on his mind is on his mind. She made herself an alien. Not him.He finishes his cereal, gets his bag and starts walking to school. He doesn’t like school. He must hand in his recording for music class. He must write his test. He doesn’t want to write his test. He just wants to be alone. He runs a stick along the side of the fence as he walks and it makes a click-clack sound. He just wants to see Michelle again. He loves her. He loves her like every mushy, romantic song he’s ever heard has ever told him how to love someone.Instead, the bells ring and he’s late.
