By Norman Van Franklin
Little Billy was born this way. Not that it mattered. His short life had been spent going from one talking Doctor to the next. His Mother, had steadfastly refused the advice given by PHDs and school personal alike. Young Billy would never be put on mind-altering drugs, as long as she had a say in the matter.
The teacher sat gazing out the window at the low winter sun. She thought of all the things being a teacher entailed, and how she loved the work. These children looked up to her. As she drew some doodles on a paper, she reflected on how difficult the job had become in these last two years.
“Miss Maya,” came the words from a whiney young voice. Standing before her was one of her smartest students, little Greta Yakup. The teacher puts down her pen, and closes her notebook.
“Yes, Greta what is it?”
“It’s Billy. He says he won’t be wearing the mask anymore. He is putting us all in danger.”
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