I was up by six in the morning yanking clothes on and grabbing my bag before flying out the door. I heaved down the sidewalk through the drizzling rain to a crescendo of monstrous barks as I flew past house after darkened house. As the doggy decrescendo finally played out I started to take a breath as I simultaneously heard a quick inhale directly beside me.
The throaty bark of the monstrous fiend beside me was enough to make me jump several feet off the ground. The fence that separated us acted like a counter for the dog to lay its arms on while it stared at me with it’s menacing little eyes. I rushed on past it but the black skin hot breath lingered in my mind.
When I arrived at my destination there were several other kids waiting around. Each one of them was older and more experienced than me. They all had dark skin, which scared me, and they had a funny way of talking. They grew quiet as I stood watching them. One by one they turned and looked at me as the dead silence started gaining momentum again and the whispers began to circulate. That was exactly why I’d never wanted to ride the bus to school.