Oleanders Are Supposed To Bloom In Summer

2.2. $50

Tuesday

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Shut up about it

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Sarin watched the horizon, sitting on the concrete driveway alone. Even though her dad was working from home today, he had many meetings, and would be to busy to take her to school. The sun arose in the distance, casting a warm light on the land, and illuminating the light fog. Winter was almost over, and the world was finally starting to warm up, thawing a deep freeze. Maybe she would start to warm up too. End a long deep freeze of emotion locked up behind a box of blue gray stone.

That would be nice, huh?

The bus screeched loudly to a halt infront of her, letting out a puff of sour smelling something. Gagging, Sarin heaved her gigantic bag off of the pavement and ran into the bus, rushing to the familiar gray seat. It may stick to her ass and have the worst stitching shes ever seen, but it was her seat.

And Mark's seat now too. But that was okay.

Today, Mark had seated himself next to the window, which was not the usual arrangement. It also didn't look like he was awake. Sarin decided it was best to let him sleep, she knew you either had to be a professional at sleeping or extremely sleep deprived to fall asleep on this shit show of a bus. Kicking her leggs up and scrunching herself in, Sarin decided to maintain the weirdest yet somehow comfortable position for the rest of the bus ride, about 10 minutes.

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As the bus stopped in front of the school, Sarin elbowed Mark awake, and when he started to wake up, she grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

"What the hell-"

"Wake up bitch boy, we're at school now,"

"OH! Oh my gosh I'm sorry, ack!" He scrambled up and grabbed his bags as Sarin essentially raced off the bus.

"Catch up loser!" She half yelled, grinning.

Sarin saw Mark racing out of the bus to catch up, a wild look in his eyes and he was already out of breath as he caught up, walking alongside Sarin.