Bustling crowds pushed their way through the subway station. Last-minute shoppers, arms full of bags, rushed to the next department store. There were the usual commuters, already looking forward to kicking back with a glass of eggnog and enjoying the holidays. A few families fought the crowds , laden with suitcases and duffel bags on their way out of town. Christmas carols floated through the air, mixing with the bells of volunteers dressed as Santa asking for donations.
“Jimmy, hurry up. . .
Bustling crowds pushed their way through the subway station. Last-minute shoppers, arms full of bags, rushed to the next department store. There were the usual commuters, already looking forward to kicking back with a glass of eggnog and enjoying the holidays. A few families fought the crowds , laden with suitcases and duffel bags on their way out of town. Christmas carols floated through the air, mixing with the bells of volunteers dressed as Santa asking for donations.
“Jimmy, hurry up. . .
A chorus of chaotic noises greeted Nelson like an old friend as he entered Starland Arcade. Beeps, bloops, and digital screeches echoed in his ears. He smiled. School was finally out for summer and he was looking forward to spending every single day right here. Back in March his grades took a dip. Nelson’s dad thought it was because he was spending too much time at the arcade. He wasn’t wrong. To get his grades up, Nelson’s dad had laid down the law: no arcade until th. . .
