AustLit

'Dear Abus of God’s great country, '

'Darling Khalid awoke at seven that fateful day, fifteen minutes later than he usually would. He ran out the door, his teeth not yet brushed, his shoes not yet tied, and breakfast still in his hand. He ran. He made it. He sat in his favourite seat and pressed his face against the bus window as he waved goodbye. Seeing as the school bus is often late to arrive at school, I imagine that day was no different. He would have had to run to his first class to avoid being yelled at by his Miss Jahdeed, as he had done on countless occasions before. ...'