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Busses

Most kids ride the school bus twice a day School buses don't often have wood stoves or beds you can sleep the night away Ours did though More than once I lived in one Some painted like a forest some with a double bunk I once dreamed I was falling then I landed with a thunk crying, mom picked me up After the rat house and after the yurt in a grove of trees my sister explained about tampons and why she had no dad in the same double storied cabin on top of the bus I later froze one night because I didn't know there were more blankets and my mom was down below. I didn't know of any other life beside the woods, the school and rising tide of thought that grew within me, wondering why I felt so angry of the differences I felt inside

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Book: Shattered Sighs