The Girl On The Bus

Chapter Four:

Been about two months and a half since the girl has stepped foot on the bus.

Sometimes anxiety gets to me and I start to think she died.

More sweaty bodies enter the bus.

Their faces covered by sweat beads.

Seems that my tank-top and thin pants aren't helping.

I push my dark brunette hair back up. My fringe seemed to not want to stay up all day.

A my phone beeps and I check it.

Sending a reply to my friend, I shove my phone back in my pockets and try to not collide with the sweaty and smelly bystanders.

The bus stops once more and it's her!

Her skin now back to it's light tone.
Her body no longer resembling a twig.
Her face seeming rejuvenated.

What shocked me the most was that she was smiling.

She stood beside me through the ride.

Her aura bright as ever.

The bus halted to a stop.
Seems that it's my stop.

I step off the bus but she stepped off as well.

I start walking home and I know that she's behind me. By the sounds of her rubber bracelets and the soft clack of her locket.

I take a turn and so does she.
Her footsteps start to quicken and she lightly taps my shoulder.

I turn to her and stop. Regaining her breath, her face is flushed by the heat.

"You Umm...forgot your ID..."

I gaze at the bright yellow stringed lanyard in her hands.

Hesitantly grabbing it I smile at her.

"Thanks."

I shove the lanyard back into my pocket and still give her a bright smile.

"You're welcome." She quickly replies and rubs the back of her neck. "I'm gonna go now...since I umm...you know have to get home."

She starts walking ahead of me, seems that she may have the same route as I.

"Don't get freaked out if you see me going the same direction. I live around here."

I hear her light laugh and she continues walking.