Chau M Pham

The Bus To Delphi

Everyone sat by themselves in their bus seats because there were so few kids on the bus. The Delphi program was a new program and that meant the whole school bus was just for us. The sun streamed through the windows as we headed back to school. I sat by the window letting the sun toast me because it felt good, I never liked being cold. It was special in a way I didn’t understand. I just knew that one day my fifth grade teacher told me that I qualified to be a part of the Delphi program and would get on the bus every Wednesday afternoon and go to another school. There were two other kids in my class whom I recognized, and one or two in the other fifth and sixth grade classes that I never met, but I knew who we were. We were the smart kids. The word “exceptional” was used among the teachers when they thought I wasn’t listening. The other two kids in my class were Katie and John, their names were always next to mine. Everyone in the class had a little laminated kite with your name on it, and it floated on a picture of a hill and sky. With every score your kite went higher and higher. Katie, John and I were the three highest scorers every week so our kites were already touching the clouds. The rest of the class was still down in the grass. We had just taken the test for greatest common factors for the number six.