In the poem “The Kid on the Bus” by Dylan M., there’s a kid, just a kid, being treated like nothing. He had no where to sit. Kids put notes on his back, as well as squash his lunch to make him feel like total moron. He didn’t deserve it, because he was one of us. Not an outsider. I like the way Dylan really describes how he was treated, and I did not like how he was treated. No one should ever be treated like The Kid on the Bus.