Hannah+S

__ Walking home  __ I walk home each week, down the road from the crossing with my friends. We turn the corner talking about our school day and what to do when we get home. Each week we walk down past Bundoora crescent. We pass the same house, the same driveway and the same popular girl’s grandpa it standing there watering his garden. We say hello in our kindest voice as not to get in trouble. He always replies “Hard day at school?” and he stares us down to the end of the street with his eyebrows raised. We cross the road and go down Pickma Street. We hear footsteps so we turn around but nobody’s there. At school the next day, that girl walks past us and always laughs her head off.