Mid-morning in Nelson County, Virginia, USA
“I’m late, because I overslept. I overslept, because I was trying to be a good student and study for my geography test.”
“I’m sure the other kids in your class studied just as hard and didn’t have a problem making it to school on time.”
“Jesus, lady, be a b-”
“Never mind,” I mumble taking the pink tardy slip wondering how I would hide the detention time gap from my mother.
12:00 PM EST
I cram useless information about the Gaza strip in my head. I was born in Nelson County, and I will probably die here. What’s the point?
12:22 PM EST
School is evacuated due to a bomb threat.
So, does that mean I won’t have the test or detention?
6:21 PM EST
My Dad starts watching the news, and my brothers and sisters start to scatter. He gets bossy with us and demands we watch it with him.
There’s a bombing of a school today in a country far away from Nelson County.
A bunch of Muslim kids are dead.
When it’s real, there are no warnings.
My little sister asks if something like that can happen here.
My Dad doesn’t answer.
And, I just tickle her back until the commercial break.