Olivia Martello

i. I wore black pants, a white button-down, and shiny black dress shoes that pinched my toes. My feet had grown like weeds over the summer, and I hadn’t broken in these new ones yet. They were still a bit squeaky as I paced around the other boys in the dressing room, watching Jamie, the […]

I keep looking out my bedroom window. My window is small and squeaky, above the old radiator that gives my room the best heat in the house come winter. If I lean over the radiator just far enough, I can see the mail truck in its usual spot across the street, outside the house with […]