Saturday, October 8, 2011

Monday Mornings

  The bus skidded to a halt, welcoming the kids waiting at the stop. Quiet chattering and whispering broke into Dana's ears when she entered, along with the thudding against the window. She looked outside and sighed at the heavy rain drops that fell from the sky. Her friends were already sitting in the back, droopy eyes painted on their face. It was a Monday morning after all. Suddenly, a huge gust of wind was pushed through the bus and brushed against Dana's already too cold cheek. Everyone groaned at the child who opened the window. 

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