Like the People of the Past
Like the People of the Past By Ella Weiss The scorching afternoon sun is burning my back, my jeans, plastered to my legs, my forehead beaded with sweat. I glance at my teacher as she, one by one, chooses team…
Like the People of the Past By Ella Weiss The scorching afternoon sun is burning my back, my jeans, plastered to my legs, my forehead beaded with sweat. I glance at my teacher as she, one by one, chooses team…