THE WILL STORY
“Morning Doodlebug,” his mom said in her sing-songy voice as he made his way down the dark oak stairs. Doodlebug… Will wished his Mom wouldn’t call him that so much. He used to like it, but he was older and now it was just kinda embarrassing. “Why are you so...
Will was a regular sort of boy, not overly fat, overly fast, or overly smart. Now, that isn’t to say there was anything wrong with him. He’d just never noticed that he was in any way exceptional. He still loved television, swimming for long hours in the summer, and...