Silence.
Silence all around me.
That's what I wish was the case.
Sitting on a bus full of loud and rowdy kids, tired kids, and some just downright weird kids, all ready to get home.
However, in the back of their heads, they are all mentally preparing for the mass amounts of work seizing the little time off from the hell we call 'school.'
Sometimes I wish I was one of the first stops.
The only issue is if I was one of the first stops I'd need to get up early, and I'm quite incapable of that.
If I was one of the first stops, I might have been able to enjoy the bus ride. At least, a little bit.
As the bus approaches my house, I can feel the bit of joy that comes with the idea of reaching my home, a safe haven.
The sun is slowly falling; my eyes heavy after a long day learning endless knowledge.
And so my ride has come to an end, going home today, so tomorrow it can happen all again.
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I'm not posting this because I think it's good, I'm posting this because procrastination.
I'm not overdramatic.
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