In junior high, there was a kid on my bus
who would always run home as soon as the bus dropped him off.
Some people would laugh at him every day.
They didn't know that he ran
because he wanted to make sure his sister hadn't killed herself
while he was gone at school.
One day, he missed school.
A week after, he was back.
He stopped running
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 12:24 PM UTC
In junior high, there was a kid on my bus
who would always run home as soon as the bus dropped him off.
Some people would laugh at him every day.
They didn't know that he ran
because he wanted to make sure his sister hadn't killed herself
while he was gone at school.
One day, he missed school.
A week after, he was back.
He stopped running
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