Being Honest With Fiction

I saw the lightning bugs for the first time this season. I saw them the other night and then last night too.I love this, I view the lighting bugs as a sign that summer is about to begin. I also view them as a kind memory from my youth, which meant the school year was coming to an end.This meant the days would be longer and greater and like the old saying went, this meant, “no more teachers, no more books.”And ah, relief. This meant that I was free from the social pressure of classrooms and the hallway bullies. This meant that I could come out of hiding, at least for a little while. I could stop ditching class or hiding in podiums, like the one I used to hide in behind the drawn curtain of a dark stage in the school’s auditorium. No more rumors. No more reasons to keep up with the crowd and try to “fit in” or act like I was “part of” them.I used to want to leave my group of friends all the time.But who else would I hang out with?Summertime –I could stop acting tough enough to stand…