"So, where is the famous maze?" I asked my friend Mitch Mason.
Mitch, my twin sister, Ashley, and I stood on the back porch of Mitch's house. The two of us were visiting Mitch's family farm. The air was crisp, and the leaves had already begun turning colors. It was the perfect place to spend Halloween.
Mitch plopped onto the porch swing. His red hair sparkled in the sunlight. "The maze is behind the barn," he a dit finally. He grabbed a handful of Candy blé, maïs from a bowl on the table, tableau suivant to him and popped some into his mouth.
Mitch used to go to our school before his family moved. All an long...
continue reading...
