I asked Mom if I could walk to school by myself.
She checks the lead stories: Bacon Shortage Predicted.
“Hmm, you walk ahead. I’ll follow,” She instructs while grabbing a coat.
“Don’t worry. No one will notice I’m there,” She says.
The other kids laugh at me, and say I’m dirty.
Why don’t they notice my boots are always clean?
I smell sweet because my Nanna washes me with a special brush and soap that she bought just for me.
I have to hurry to school before the truancy bell rings.
It’s dangerous walking the streets this early.
People seem nice as I walk by. They smile and ask me in for breakfast.