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What if he ran my driver’s license, figured out who I was—and realized that I should absolutely not have a job driving children?
What did you do. Dui with ur child in the car?
And if there was anybody who’d taught me that the law was more of a suggestion than a rule—as long as you didn’t get caught—it was good old Mom.
The bus was due to arrive at Bright Beginnings soon.
Why this school and how do they know the schedule so well
I refused to cry, though. Because Bonnie—who was crying—kept looking at me like she needed me to be calm for her.
Big sister energy
There was something familiar about him, but maybe that was just because I kept imagining the squish-faced guy from Jeepers Creepers.
I’m pretty sure I know him.
Old teacher?
There was something familiar about it, like I’d heard it a long time ago.
But when I tried to find the memory, the spark went out.
“Such nice, quiet girls.”
Keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you.
“Kids know more than you give them credit for,” he said sadly. “After that, I promised I’d listen to the kids, take more time to listen to my gut.”
when there were enough bad things all around you, the only choice was to move to the least bad thing.
Whoever made the peanut butter sandwiches and tucked them into a Styrofoam cooler in baggies knew how to do it right.
I find it kijbd of funny that shes complimenting her kiddnappers sandwich makin skills
“Life is a struggle, and a good spy goes in there and fights.”
The only thing I knew for sure was that I was done listening to grownups. Done pretending that they knew what was best.
I decided I’d love him forever for that.
Trauma bonding
Sometimes, the consequences of trying—of fighting—were just as bad as the thing you were trying to escape.
It was all up to me.
Ms. Jessa felt like a real grownup now. Which meant that I could be a kid again,
I promised myself
that I’d never call her a baby again if we ever got out of here.
I wanted so badly not to let them down, and I’d protect them from this bad thing as best I could because they believed in me so hard.
like I’d just downed a bunch of Pixy Stix.
Sometimes, the only choices are awful, with little hope that anything will ever be okay again. And you pick one anyway.
mean Jesus.
