Bennett was thinking about piss andcheerios, and watching that other kid, passing by in a blur without even looking in her direction.

Bennett had sighed and watched Mrs. Dicky muscle the bus door closed, her upturned face visible in the giant mirror above her head as she surveyed the aisle behind her to make sure all the kids were properly stowed before she drove away. 

Bennett watched the boy give the finger to the bus, and knew that he was flipping off Ben. She wanted to turn around and see where he ended up, if he had seen what that kid had done, but she was too embarrassed. She watched the kid spit on the ground and lean up against the house, pulling something out of his pocket and turning it over and over in his hand. He must be waiting for the high school bus she figured. She wondered...

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