The forgotten ones

She came home from school to tell her Mom about her day. It started with the normal routine of getting ready then breakfast. It wasn't until she got on the bus that she notices that there was a new person at school yet no one spoke to him. She got up and asked him his name and he didn't reply, she talked the whole way there. He barely blinked or breathed for that matter but she was just excited that someone wanted to sit next to and hear her like a normal person. The big door opened with the roar of all the excited children who couldn't wait to see their other friends who had gotten a ride from their parents. The sound of back packs, cell phones, iPods, PSP's and other gadgets sounded off in a flurry of high voices and cat calls. The girl and the new kid sat for a spell and just watched their colleagues run toward each other like magnets then scurry like roaches. The bus driver anxiously urged us to get off the bus but she just looked at me with all the hate and anger for children as she always did(she wasn't very friendly after her son died when two drunken teenagers hit him with a car and tried to discard the body behind some bushes). She got up and the boy followed her like a lost puppy but without a clue as to where they were going.

This is a story for a Mother. This was a story for the one person who saw her as she truly was, a young and beautiful girl on the verge of becoming a woman. Her Dad, as always, sat in his chair with a beer in his hand watching something stupid on the tube with one hand down his pants. Today he looked like wanted to tell her a secret but kept it out of spite or something evil. Her Dad was this big shot Lawyer who gambled often and large amounts but one bet too many cost him his job, and most investments; his day to day, now that he believes he has nothing to live for, consists of beer and conspiracy with a little bit of gambling. Mom, the very word means patience and kindness to all children but on this day Mom would be a heartbreak and a distant memory filled with pain. Today was not only a special day because of the new boy, today was Bishop's birthday. . .13. Bishop looked in the kitchen where her Mom would always be on the telephone with someone about something and their gossip but this day she was no where to be found. Bishop checked in the bedroom where she would find her Mom, at times, crying in her hands talking to herself about how she couldn't take it anymore listening to Billie Holiday or Nina Simone. Today was the day Bishop's mom never showed her face again. Bishop ran through the house screaming for her, crying for her, begging her to come out and stop playing little girl games but deep down she knew this wasn't a game. . .this was the end.