Ted's POV
Irva wasn't just one thing. She wasn't just the stupid R.o.y.g.b.i.v. She was an entire spectrum. She was all the hues and shades between. She didn't fit in one category, she was a mix of various extremes, you'd never know what to expect.
One day she'd be quiet and secluded huddling against the window of the seat. She would watch the ran drizzle down the window and one could see it reflect on her face. The downcast, cloudy expression. On these days she seemed to be limp, preferring to curl up. On these days I wished I could hug her and stroke her hair. But, I didn't because I didn't know her.
But, somedays she would be this crazy, wild, spontaneous ball of energy. Smirking and snickering to herself, as if she held the biggest secret. Sometimes, she even had the audacity to jump from empty seat to empty seat while the bus was bumping across the gravelly dirt roads, watching to make sure the bus driver didn't notice. One these days I wish I could be in on her secret. I wished those watery, coppery, sugar-brown eyes would rest on mine and she would smile.
I admired this Irva the best. The vibrant, outgoing, full-of-life Irva. I wish I was spontaneous and confident like her.
Confident enough to talk to her.
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Bus-ted
Teen FictionThis is Irva's first year in high school. This is also her first time taking a school bus and the first time meeting Ted. Soon the bus and Ted are synonymous with one another. She needs the bus as much as she needs Ted. Will Ted bust her out of her...
