Blame The Good Doctor

Rainbow Bali-beads swung from plaited hair strands. Painted fingernails matched the beads’ colour palette. Glitter fell like fairy dust from rouged cheeks. In mismatched, oversized shoes, he flip-flopped in time to muffled music echoing from his headphones. People dodged as he weaved while he focused on his textbooks until he stopped and waited in line for his bus.
“What happened to you?” Asked the woman beside him.
“I was babysitting these cretins who spiked my coffee while I was studying for today’s exam. I blame Dr. Seuss for this.”

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“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose.” Dr Suess.