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Today.

Today, I woke up with an epiphany.

Well half of one.

My mind was a cluttered mess as I racked my brain trying to remember the last fleeting moments of my dream, but all I got was nothing. I settled for less and rummaged through the pockets of my denim jacket for the two cigarettes I had left and my baby pink lighter followed out of the pocket next and as I stood waiting for the bus with a few other commuters who didn't look eager to start their day. Today was the day, senior year was about to start in an hour and this 12 minute ride gave me time to re-evaluate my goals(if I had any). The bus pulled up to the stop and we all began to walk towards it like mindless zombies, and with the cigarette half done I threw it on the ground and burned it out with my worn out black converse.

The seats nearly empty but I chose to sit beside an old woman who looked like she smelt the inside of an antique store. I was drawn to the whole gypsy/Stevie Knicks look that I personally want to achieve when I am older. The woman was dormant, very still as if she was brewing up a storm in her head, reexamining all that she has done. With my stare coming off as borderline creepy, I looked away, and reached for my back pocket and got my phone and ear buds, and scrolled through for a song that seemed suitable for the occasion.