as I walked down the side walk thinking about Mr. McCarty I imagined us living in an apartment I would do my home work and he would do what he always does grade papers and we would talk about our day and eventually we would get married and have kids and my life would be perfect soon I was home I opened the door and went in then called out "I'm home" to my parents that way they wouldn't have a panic attack when I went in "hey honey you have a little visator" said my mom I made my way into the kitchen I saw one of the guys from one grade up his name was mickey and he had a dimple in his left cheek and dark brown hair which was cut short but when he had it longer it was curly and… he reminded me of Mr. McCarty