The Bright Side

Twenty two

I haven't seen my dad since he stormed out the house when I had spoken back to him.

Sometimes I find myself wondering where he could have gone, what he does, where he sleeps and showers. Except I honestly don't care enough to try to find out.

If I were to see him sleeping on a park bench, I would walk right past him. Not offering even a second glance back at him.

Taking an imaginary hammer, I smash all thoughts of my father that linger throughout my brain.

I wish I could take a real life hammer and break his-

"Luna?" Owen's large hands are placed in my shoulders as he tries to shake me out of my daze.

"Oh, hello!" I shake my head and pull my lips into a tight smile.

"We're about to board the bus, c'mon." His gaze flicks down to my shoulder where my long hair is spread messily over it.

He takes his hand and brushes it off.  Then his body stiffens to a board when he realized what he just did.  Except he quickly loosens up again.

"Let's go Levina is waiting for us." He says clearing his throat as he starts walking off.

All the students who paid for the trip to New York are standing outside of the front of the school right now.

Not many students are coming.  Only maybe around two classes worth.  Which isn't much compared to the large quantity of students that attend this school.

"What are we even gonna do on this school trip? Like where the fuck are we going? Or can we go where we want?" Levina starts throwing questions at me as Owen and I approach her closer to the bus.

"The Museum of Natural History, idiot." Owen deadpans.

Skinny jeans that flare out at the end adorn her lower half along with plain white airforces. Her top half is covered by a forest green tank top and black sweater.

I'm wearing something similar, except with my high top black converse, slightly baggier jeans, and a long sleeve skin tight black shirt.

"Everyone get on the bus! C'mon, let's go!" The older male teacher with a beer belly holding a clipboard yells to the crowd of students.

Levina pushes forward, slithering between bodies to get to the front of the crowd.

Owen places his large hand on my upper neck, telling me to the move forward.

He does that a lot. I like it.

It sends jolts of tingles through my body. Specific areas of my body.

Levina nudges a dude who is standing in her way. "Why do people have to stand in the fucking way?" She mutters, sending a dirty look to the guy.

It's so annoying when people do that. It makes me want to strangle them. Especially when they walk slowly in the hallway.

"Get on the bus c'mon let's go! We don't have all day!" The teacher who's name I don't know is obviously quite annoyed.

I could never be a teacher.  I'd end up cursing a student out or throwing a stapler at their head in frustration.

I climb the steps behind Levina.  "Damn nena your ass looks great in these jeans!" She does have a nice booty. (Translation: Girl.)

"Thanks!" She smiles at me gratefully when turning her head slightly in order to meet my gaze.

I'm not shy. When I see a nice ass, I compliment it.  Plus I love giving people compliments.  I mean, of course I'm not going to go up to a random stranger and be like "Omg! I love your ass!" That would be scary.