10 years old
Nathan Ackerman stood by himself at the curb of his street. His mom was peeking out the window of their house.
He wore a new white shirt (his mom made him), his hair combed nicely (his dad made him), and his now favorite Nike sneakers (he decided himself).
He walked up the the steps of the now too familiar bus and said a good morning.
There were empty seats where his friends sat but he decided to ignore them.
Lilian sat, her head against the window. Her bag on the floor.
Nathan took a seat.
"Hey Nathan."
"Sup."
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The Girl on the Bus ✔️
Short Story"Is this seat taken?" "Yes, someone is sitting there." "Who?" "Not you." • At the golden age of five, Nathan Ackerman had developed a charming and patient personality. At the golden age of five, Lilian Burk had developed a sassy and caring personali...
