First Handshake

He ran alongside the bus all the way across town,

He didn’t break a sweat as he jogged up to the corner where my bus stopped. 

I waited in the line to exit, I tugged on the hem of the suffocating blue tunic.

It was hot, too hot.

Too hot, too hot.

I stepped off of the yellow school bus, waving to the driver as I got out, 

And

“HELLO!” 

She thrust her hand in my face, I jumped and looked at him, 

A camera covering his eyes

I was on camera

So 

I extended my hand, the woman’s face already gone.

She shook it, she waved it up and down like a trophy.