The Final Rings

Maxwell Avoi

Copyright 2011 by Maxwell Avoi

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The Final Rings”

By Maxwell Avoi

Copyright 2011 by Maxwell Avoi

American small towns are a vanishing phenomenon, especially towns as small as OURS. Taylorville, Arkansas, was little more than a blip with a population of somewhere around 500 people. We were situated next to a railroad, and years ago those rails had been responsible for the growth of Taylorville. Now they just meant the cause of two or three accidents every year.

Small town means small school. Most of the others around us had been incorporated into the larger school districts. It meant that the buses ran further, but I guess there was some overall money saving somewhere. We had gotten the word three weeks after the start of our senior year: Taylorville was going to be incorporated as well. This was to be the last senior class from THS.

I could understand why. I mean, there were four of us in the senior class that year. We'd had more than the usual percentage of dropouts, but not much more. Regardless of the reason, by the start of our senior year we didn't even have enough people to play a decent game of basketball.

My name's Mark. We four are pretty lucky, I guess. We mostly grew up together, the team complete after Max moved in during our first grade year. We helped each other through a lot of tough times and we had an "us against the world!" attitude. Me, Max, Nick, and Ross. We were tight.

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