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Jr High
by
Mark Gaudet
Early September.
Cold smoke was starting to form
As I waited
My first day
in my new school uniform
charcoal grey and maroon
First time on the bus
feel like vomiting all over myself
and the bus stop
Bus…………………..
Stop…
Bus?
6:45
6:55
7:05
waiting
and waiting
and waiting
My Dad’s 79’ Gran Torino was my chauffeur
And yet I still wished
for the big yellow piece of shit school bus
to come
Never went to school that day
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