#heryoungest

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second.

                                             ‘      YOU   OKAY  ?      ‘              KEEP   YOUR      head  down,          avoid  drawing  attention,           avoid  unwanted  QUESTIONS.           it’s  the  way  he  lives  his  life,         even  when  among  FRIENDS.          after  all,            with  secrets  like  his,           it  didn’t  PAY  to  have  people  pry.         but  still,        he  RECOGNIZES  the  look  about  someone  when  they’re  concealing  something  painful,         when  they’re  ignoring  something  they  SHOULDN’T.           he  takes  a  step  closer.             ‘      if  you’re  HURT,           i  could  take  a  look  at  it.          no  DOCTORS  or  anything,           i  promise.            i’m  not  the  BEST,           but  i’m  used  to  things  like  that.      ‘

“Daniel,”        Rachel greeted him with a smile and so briefly you might  think they’ve already met before  --  like Daniel wasn’t hauled away from his home,    into a plane,    and onto this  godforsaken  rock  with    no  more  of  an  ex- planation than ‘it’s dire, involving your mother.’ Yet Rachel,    save the guards that were soon shooed away,     was the only other person in sight.