Miura-Arakawa {Original Pre-publish Drafts}

1 - Mother, Mother.

Disclaimer !!

This is a drafted version of a book I want to write. This isn't something I'm going to officially publish until I'm older, and I can polish it over. So yes, there will be plot holes, typos, and things that don't make sense. It would help if you could help me point these out if something isn't clear to you, or hard to understand. It's good to know now than later! Thank you <3

CHAPTER ONE: MOTHER, MOTHER.

I started walking to the nearest bus stop with a smile and looked around the streets of Yokohama. Lord, if Fujisawa was like this, I wouldn't last a day. I watched as some guy with a trench coat chased a squirrel because it stole his food.

I wasn't in Yokohama... Yokohama- I was in the outskirts, right before the city got big and too crazy for me to even handle.

Everyone here is crazy. At least that's what I heard from friends and family- We used to spend the holiday here with my cousins, and extended family. Until they moved to Hiroshima, which my mother and I cannot afford to travel to every year. Hopefully, I can do something about that! I look at my cell phone, and it's nearly 5:00 PM. The man who was running after the squirrel is now running past me, and as he does, he bumps into my side.

"My apologies!" He shouts as he runs ahead. This city's full of scums- and people who haven't cared for anything in their entire life. -- Except themselves.

I arrive at the bus stop, and I sit there hoping I was in time for the 5 O'clock bus, and before I know it, I hear its engine from a block away, huffing and puffing every time the driver pressed on the gas. I'm the only one at the stop.

The bus pulls up in front of me, and I hand the driver 700 yen. I take a seat towards the middle, and just before the bus takes off, the same guy I saw before runs onto the bus, and without paying he ran towards a post towards the back. This time, he had a bag of chips. I guess that's what he was chasing for. Just a simple bag of chips.

"Are you going to pay?" says the driver, and the man pats his pockets. He looked strange, His hair was a grayish color, but he looked my age. He found a few quarters and practically threw them at the driver, who just started driving anyway.

The guy went to the back, and he just stared out of the back window. It was me, that guy, and two other girls, who had headphones in, on their phones. I look at mine. I know she won't respond, but I give my mother a call just to check on her. She's been feeling very ill lately, and she's starting to ache more by the day. She's never on her cell phone, which worries me because anything can happen.

It rings, it rings again- and I just hung up the phone. She's probably sleeping, I hope she is. I'd be home in 20-30 minutes, it won't be long. I was tired and miserable. I laid my head against the glass, and it just rattled violently. I knew this job was going to be shit. It's Yokohama. It's not gonna be sunshine and rainbows all the time. I picked up my bag and laid it on the seat to lay on because the window was bothering me. I tried to get some rest, but I know for sure I should be awake by the time I got to the next stop– that was in case some creep got on the bus.

But that's it, I did end up drifting quite a bit. And as I slowly fell asleep, I thought about this new job. Will I have to run into anyone stupid? Hopefully, my co-workers are nice. That'd be enough to get me by. At least I won't see anyone from my year, most of them live in Fujisawa, and I'm gonna bet they won't be in the city that much. It only felt like a few minutes going by, but I opened my eyes, and the guy was gone, and 4 other people had boarded the bus-

I check my phone- it's 5:34. Well- enough time's gone by. I should be home by now- then it hit me.

"Excuse me, can I get off right here?" I ask the driver, and he comes to a sudden stop and opens the doors before I sprint off the bus. Running down the sideway, I slowly slow to a walk.