Thursday

Thursday flew by in a flash, with school, lots of homework, and some much-needed study time. I couldn’t put any time into the mystery of Herb Wicker. Steph was a ghost at school and my few friends were starting to wonder if I had turned into the “Swamp Boy” lost in the swamp.

I struggled to stay up with my schoolwork and did my best to put the thoughts about my discoveries in the back of my mind. I needed to stay focused and make the best of the situation. I didn’t need to provoke the masters of my world with any of my thoughts about the swamp and what I believed I would find there.