Herbert A. Ammons: A Short Story

When I started my middle school at Herbert A. Ammons the homeroom class was required to read for 30 minutes. When I got home the afternoon I called my mother to let her know I needed an interesting book to read. My mother told me that she was not going to be able to take me that my step father would have to do it. He is the type of guy that does not understand why I needed to waste money on a book. When he got home at 4pm he took me to Kmart on kendall drive. He got down with me to get a book, but in a rush. I could see his face in frustration because he was rushing me through my selection process. I finally selected the first harry potter book that I thought I would find interesting. We checked out at the register. The next morning I tried