Narcoleptic
Author’s note: Due to the sensitive nature of this story, the author has chosen to be anonymous and has changed the names of the people in the story to protect their privacy. ¯¯¯ It was a normal October day. Rick was on the school bus heading home. It was the beginning of his 11th grade year and all he could think about was the day he did not have to attend anymore. The smell of manure flooded the school bus as they entered McClure, and the bus rang loud with the laughter and conversation of the kids. Terry, the bus driver, yelled at the kids to be quiet as usual. Rick sat ...