Ike and his parents are gone now. His parents wouldn't let me help move, but I helped him pack. Mostly we just sat there with books or clothes or rocks in our hands, staring at the floor and saying nothing ( Read more... )

Ike's parents are moving, going hundreds of miles away. They're taking him along, of course, and he is raging and shouting like a river in springtime. I've never seen him like this before.

I don't know how I feel. I don't know what to do. He's been around almost as long as I can remember.

All right, you slackers, I'm back. Back and slacking too, with one of these "Live Journal" things ( Read more... )