Garin stood at the back of the crowd, watching his family’s ridiculous display, marching in their cloaks as if they were some specters haunting the streets of Victorian England. He scoffed. He wanted to go home but the road was blocked. He hoped the parade would be over soon. He was going to pack and head back to school tonight. He didn’t care what time. He already knew that there was going to be an argument tonight since he hadn’t met up with his parents.

The crowd began to ...