Birds of a Feather
Yussra Mohammed Taha Ebrahim
Everything sucks about being here right now, because I really fought this trip, and I really thought I would win. It turns out my parents’ threats were serious.
Nearby, a security guard is pacing back and forth, her hand positioned on the walkie-talkie in her belt. I wish she'd sit down or go away. Everybody is wronging me by existing today. Just when I’m feeling relief that the guard is walking off, she runs into one of the food court workers and starts having an outdoor-voice conversation in French, complete with plenty of breathy laughter. And my eyes feel unusually dry, and I'm exhausted because it's barely dawn, and I have a long bus ride ahead of me, and I can't fall asleep sitting up.
I’m waiting in the plastic seat at the bus terminal to travel from Ontario to Vermont. I'm moving in with my older brother's family. And I