prayers

there once was this little boy who was afraid of being noticed by anyone for fear of doing the wrong thing. saying the wrong thing. walking the wrong way. laughing too loud. talking to fast. rolling his eyes too much. talking with his hands a little too much.

from that day on the little boy stopped living. he started hiding. praying to God every single day on the bus ride to school that no one would notice him. that no one would laugh at him. that no one would be mean to him. that no one would walk up behind him and knock his books out of his hands. on the ground where everyone else step over them, never offering to pick a single one up.