Other Kids Board
With each stop, more students climbed aboard, their soggy shoes squeaking and jackets dripping from the relentless rain. Some grumbled about the weather, while others quietly found their seats, unfazed. But with every new passenger, my heart pounded faster. What was it that Timmy had noticed—something I had somehow missed? Why had he started shrinking away from the bus he once rode without fear? My thoughts spiraled, unaware that the answer was drawing closer with every passing mile.
Other Kids Board
Sensing the Difference
Sitting in the car, watching the bus through the steady rain, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. It was like an itch I couldn’t scratch—subtle but persistent. My friend Tom had called earlier, casually asking if I’d noticed the new driver, and maybe that was part of it, but the unease went deeper. School bus routes don’t change much, and any shift usually came with a heads-up. So why did everything feel just slightly… wrong? What was that nagging feeling trying to tell me?
Sensing The Difference
