by Susan Beth Pfeffer
I guess I always felt even if the world came to an end, McDonald's would still be open.
We may not have a future, but you can't deny we have a past.
I feel myself shriveling along with my world, getting smaller and harder. I'm turning into a rock, and in some ways that's good, because rocks last forever.
But if this is how I'm going to last forever, then I don't want to.
