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I sit quietly, surrounded by the shouts and laughter of the annoying bus kids; eyes closed, earphones in, music off.
I do this sometimes when I think people are talking about me, but today I am just interested in seeing how my bus people react to Stella and Chris here, sitting up the back together.
When I stepped inside the bus this afternoon, they were already there - arms around each other, making awful, wet sounds as they kissed.
Why my bus though? Why couldn't they catch the other bus that went in to town?
I lean into the squishy seat, scrunching up my face as I thought of Chris and all the other annoying IS.
He was the one that started all those rumours about me. Saying I liked him, and was annoying him with my flirting. Stupid, he was the creepy winker out of the two of us. Whatever.
Something sharp pokes my cheek, and reluctantly i crack open my eyes to find out why. What the fuck?
Turning my head, I see Michelle and her pointy, chipped nail. She is smirking at me and - oh please, God no - she starts talking. "Are you sleeping?" She asks in her whiny, high pitch voice. Fuck me, I think, staring at the freckle just above her eyebrow. Michelle doesn't really care if I make eye contact anymore, but she does care about appearances, so as long as I look like I am paying attention to her, she won't yell at me, hopefully.
"Well," she taunted, everything Michelle says has a tendency to sound like an insult. Fuck off, I think - I am still annoyed about Chris. And Michelle. And these noisy people around me. I just want peace and quiet.
And then she slaps me. One minute I am glaring at her freckle, the next I am glaring straight into her eyes, my hand cupping the place she hit. Bitch. "Don't swear at your elders!" She hisses.
Oops. Guess I said that out loud.