I love the Family Center where my mom works so I’m not too bothered that I’ve forgotten my house keys. I’ll head over to the Center and get them from Mom maybe peek in at the Early Years wing while I’m there.
It’s not like I’m inconveniencing anyone; these days I walk home from school alone.
I scrunch into my parka and pull the hood over my head even before I’ve left the school building.
Protecting myself from the girls?
Maybe.
I walk out into the rain and start up a jog. My rainboots slap against the sidewalk splashing deliciously. More than the exercise the quick movements help stop that train of thought in its tracks.
