Will Johnson
Will Johnson
kissing water laughing
With that, I splashed some water on my face, fixed on a smile, and stepped out. I would find Jerome. I would make him explain to me what I was missing. We would laugh, then we would kiss with tongue, and all would be well.
jobs play wells
Well, what now? You have no job. I have no job. Wanna play Jenga?
realizing knows
We all know what we're doing. Whether we realize it or not.
crush parent levels
She introduced herself to my parents with one of her mighty, bunny-crushing handshakes. (I'd never seen Claudia crush a bunny, to be fair, but that's the approximate level of pressure.)
faces combat
We Deveauxs preferred to talk you to death, rather than face you in physical combat.
funny-life lines brevity
It was almost funny. Life seemed downright accidental in its brevity, and death a punch line to a lousy joke.
morning math thinking
I had one class in the morning, the mysteriously named "Further Maths". It was two hours long and so deeply frightening that I think I went into a trance.
looks irony kind
Irony is the word I forget the meaning of immediately after I look it up, but I kind of feel like I live in a constant state of it.
students student-council type
Prefects. I had learned this one. Student council types, but with superpowers. They who must be obeyed.
night men long
What are you?" I asked. "I'm the Ghost of the Night Before Exams." "And how long did it take you to come up with that?" Jazza asked. "I'm a busy man," he replied.
santa feels warm
I feel warm and reassured," I whispered. "He's like Santa.
girl school parent
He's been in love with Miss Gina since high school, but he doesn't really know how to talk to girls, so he's just been...staying around her since then. He just tends to go where she goes." "Isn't that stalking?" Jazza said. "Legally, no," I replied. "I asked my parents this when I was little. What he does is creepy and socially awkward, but it's not actually stalking.
long challenges criticism
The essay I had to read was called, "An Essay on Criticism" by Alexander Pope. The first challenge was that the essay was, in fact, a very long poem in "heroic couplets". If something is called an essay, it should be an essay.
reality long enough
I could pretend, at least, and if I pretended long enough, maybe I could make it into a reality.