Andrew

Waiting

I walk away from home and reach the transvehicle stop. In the few minutes I have before the transvehicle arrives to take me to education, I think about what might happen at Education today.

Usually it's really boring, with the teacher going on about nothing that makes sense at all. It's almost like the Nexus is trying to brainwash us. But all the other students are always totally focused on what the teacher is saying. Maybe I don't like it because of my short attention span.

Some of the things they say really don't make sense to me, but I'm just a short, autistic kid. Who am I to question the Nexus? Besides, I think they know what's best for us.

During the free periods when the teacher isn't telling us anything, everyone else always splits up into little groups and talk about whatever they like. But I'm always alone. I've tried to hang out with some of the groups, but it never works. I just don't fit in anywhere.

Then there are the guys who always bully me. They always call me names, and make fun of my autism. Sometimes one of them will say something like, "Hey look, this idiot thinks there a time before the Nexus! What a dummy!", but that's only when they stop to listen to me for a second. No one usually listens to me at all.

But I don't mind them. It's happened so much that I've gotten used to it. And lately, they've stopped teasing me so much. So I guess I shouldn't complain.

It would just be nice to have a couple friends at Education.

Suddenly, the transvehicle driver snaps his fingers at me and yells, "Hey kid? You awake? I don't got all day!"

I must have gone to my happy place again. Slowly, I get up and crawl into the transvehicle. The guy glares at me, and I walk into the transvehicle. And I wait. I wait to go to Education. I wait to learn. I wait to get pushed around. And I wait to come home.