Denise Farley of Girlie on the Edge's Blog presents the prompt each week for this blog hop where we write a story using only six sentences. I'm linking my post to Six Sentence Stories - Mailbox. Click the link so you can easily peruse the creative writings of other bloggers and their six sentence stories.
As the college student driving the yellow bus brought it to a halt by the rural mailbox, a girl about 12 years old, dressed in the attire typical of those following her same religion, awkwardly made her way up the steps into the bus now three quarters of the way filled with 12 - 18 year old students. The strong smell of onion followed her, as it did everyday after that, as she made her way toward the back to find an available seat.
Had she been born later on, she probably would have had the convenience of riding in a bus equipped for transporting students who had special needs. It was obvious that she was much slower in her cognitive and social skills, and lacked the ability to control some of her physical functions on occasion, much to the chagrin of those sitting near her. Some of the rougher boys, who typically sat as far away from the bus driver as they could, didn't always hold their tongue, nor their nudges and gestures when the girl had an accident.
Sadly, most on the bus never knew her name or considered what it would have been like to have been her.