Luke's POV~
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After school I boarded the murky yellow colored bus.
"Shit," I cursed to my self. No seats left. I walked all the way to the back where I spotted Michael. I started to walk back but people were crowded behind me.
I looked over to the next seat and shot a nervous glance to the two girls. I had to squish in.
Once the bus stared moving I felt something cold hit my neck. I decided to ignore it and state down at my phone.
Another after another I realised they were spit balls coming from my ex, Michael Clifford.
"What do you want, Clifford?" I asked plucking the spit drenched paper off my neck.
"Nothing," he replied. I rolled my eyes and turned my head. The bus came to a screeching halt and the two girls I was sitting next to finally got off and I got the whole seat to my self. Once I put in my head phones I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Yes?" I asked sternly turning towards Michael taking out my right ear phone.
"I actually do have somth-" his head slammed into the seat as the bus stopped. I couldn't help but busy out laughing.
"Look, I'd love to stay and chat but this is my stop." I got up and walked off the bus hearing Michael in the background calling my name.
As soon as the death trap we call a bus left I looked down my half mile trail. Everyday I walk a half mile to get to my house and a half mile to get into the bus. I'm not complaining to say the least, but all the walking gets to you, you know? One minute you're happy and right when you start over thinking you get sad, depressed, angry even. But in all honesty I could walk forever.
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I finally got home and was greeted at the door by my mother with some steamy cookies.
"Look honey, they're your favorite!" She said a little to cheerfully. I gave her a smile and took one.
I trudged up the stairs into my room and shut the door. I looked down at the cookie and threw it away.
'I don't need to eat anyway,' I thought.
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It's really short I'm sorry! ILY<3

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