The bus was the worst part.
It wasn't bad at first. You and Gideon were quick friends. Color didn't matter to you two. You just talked about things third graders did and hung out like innocent children.
Then the next year, routes were changed and while Gideon was still on my bus, you no longer were.
YOU ARE READING
For Cole
Короткий рассказ"It was never your fault. Kids are just mean." About someone I used to know who faced the cruelties of this world harder than me. Based on a true story.
