Crissy’s Point of View"Thomas, hurry up, we’re going to be late!" I scream from downstairs. Thomas comes running down the stairs, grabs a piece of toast, and starts eating. "How did you sleep, sweetie?" I ask."Good," he replies, barely able to keep the food from spilling out of his mouth. I smile and look down at my watch, "Oh shit, come on, we need to get going. Grab your bag.” I say to Thomas with a solemn tone in my voice.We expeditiously rushed to my old Ford Ranger and drove to school. I never genuinely look around while driving. I only fixate on the road. I usually see Thomas admiring the trees and the beauty of nature.We arrive at the school. I park my car in my usual parking spot; we sit still in the car for a minute in silence."Have a nice day, and don't give your teachers too much grief. You know they talk to me," I look at Thomas with concern.“I know. See you later". He quickly jumps out of the car and walks off to class.Sometimes I worry about him. I wonder if he e
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