I am alone.
Surrounded, but alone.
Blasted yellow school bus.
"Did you see Peyton today?"
"I can't wait to get home."
"Are you in Mrs. Riley's class too?"
"I am so tired..."
So much noise.
Pointless. Droning.
Over and Over.
I turn, watch the blur of green and brown.
The beauty is muted in dull grays.
It all looks the same.
Back and forth.
"What are you looking at?"
Nothing, leave me alone.
"The trees."
"That's boring."
So are you.
I say nothing.
"You're really quiet."
You should try it some time.
They get bored of my silence and leave.
Alone again.
And again.
That's what I want, right?
I rest my head against the cold glass.
The sky is crying.
Fat drops beating against the ground, the glass.
I wonder how they feel, plummeting to the earth, knowing they can't stop the inevitable collision.
My face reflects on the tearstained surface.
I think I know, know how it feels to fall, fall, fall.
I think I know what it is to be dropped so far, from so high.
To watch, helplessly, as you plunge into the future.
I'm scared.
I don't want to fall.
It's my stop now. Time to go.
I stand, shaky from the long ride.
Everyday it's the same.
Alone. Alone. Alone.
Look up. Look around, says the silent voice.
I look.
They look like me.
Heads rested against the glass, watching the rainfall.
They look sad.
Just like me.
That's when I realise.
There are other rain drops too.
Falling, right along with me.
I am alone.
But so are they.
