In the hustle and bustle of the daily grind, few had a chance to enjoy what the world around them offered. That wasn’t one of Bill Johnson’s problems. If anything, he spent too much time relaxing on the soft grassy hill next to his home.
After missing a couple homework assignments that week, he swore to himself that he’d cut back and be more responsible. His plan fell apart when the weatherman predicted a clear sky with a light breeze.
“William Alfred Johnson! You get back to your schoolwork this minute!”
He jumped at his mother’s voice. I’ll relax later.