Gary seemed to fall asleep
as the bus rumbled through town
on the short trip
back to school.
I listened to everyone on the bus.
Their words surrounded me like mist.
“That test wasn’t worth dragging us
out of school.”
“Guess who’s pregnant now?
The treasurer of the junior class.”
“No college will accept me!
They’re all, like, discriminating.”
“Toby, stop hitting me!”
“If I don’t get a good score,
my mom will kill me. Literally.”
“I doubt those people who grade the test
will be able to read my handwriting.”
Nothing terribly interesting.