A True Love Story

The Bus Stop

Suzanne's POV:
I woke up to my alarm. Ugh, the first day of middle school. Fantastic.
My mum was into room, picking out my first day outfit. I looked at her, confused. You see, I live with my grandmother, not my mum and dad. So it was odd she was was standing in my room.
Then I remembered our conversation from last night. She was coming over to help me get ready for my "big" first day of middle school. Technically it was my second year, but in Florida, 7-8th grade is middle school. So it was my second.
Mum held out my red plaid over shirt, white undershirt, black jeggings, and red converse.
I rolled over, burying my head into my pillow. I haven't even been to school yet, and I already want it to be over.
"Come on Suzanne, you have to get up," Mum said, and pulled the covers off of me. I scrambled to cover up the cuts on my thighs. I curled up into a ball, and groaned.
Eventually I got up, and started my morning routine. I washed my face, and brushed my teeth. It's not like I would be eating anyway.
My mom set me on a chair, and commenced to doing my makeup. Then she styled my hair. I had gotten a new haircut over the summer. Before, it was a very plain and ugly cut, parted straight down the middle, bangs cut straight across. This year, it was side parted, layered, and side bangs. Even though it was blonde instead of black (like I wanted), I loved it.
After all that was done, I stayed for a while to watch my mum style my brother, Hosea. Then I grabbed my red headphones, backpack, and binder, and walked to the bus stop.
My grandma had told me about this girl in the neighborhood. She said she would be going to my school this year, and I should try to make friends with her. I said yes, but of course I wouldn't. I knew that I was lying, because i was way to shy to ever talk to anyone.
I sat down on the sidewalk, silently awaiting my bus. I turned on my music at full volume, blasting My Chemical Romance at full force. Other people started to come to the stop, but I paid no attention to any of them. Until she came.
She was beautiful. She has dirty blonde hair, with a pink streak underneath. She had it up in a bun, with a braid.
She was wearing an Of Mice and Men shirt, and grey skinny jeans.
I debated whether or not to talk to her, but decided against it. She didn't need to talk to a freak like me.
The bus pulled up, and I sighed, grabbed my pack, and stepped on.