BrockenWings

Waves of Self-Deprecation (The Panama Diary) Staring at the towering wave heading toward me, I accepted the pain that was going to follow, and smiled. ****** The boy looked off toward the bricks in front of him. This was his school, and although he didn't know it, two weeks from now, he would rule it. He wore glasses, and a cap that I would soon learn, was worn everyday. He opened his mouth, revealing a set of braces latched to his teeth, even though he didn't need them; his smiled was easily, perfection. He didn't move, almost as still as a statue, accepting public eye, accepting eyes on him. Even if he didn't receive much attention tha