Confession Full of Flowers

knee-deep

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Normally, when I fall asleep, I'm welcomed by the hands of relaxation; buried away from the world and it's troubles in the protection of my blanket and slumber. The warmth of it all is like clarity to me.

Definitely not this time.

Because when I wake up, my thoughts are swirling with worries and anxiety, but most of all, a desire to not go to school; my expectations are disappointingly low, and served with a side of a gut feeling that today will not be calm. But then again, not alot of my days are.

So many things I want to avoid that I have to face head-on. Will it ever end?

"Why..." I mutter.

I groan, lifting my head from my pillow, and i'm pleasantly blinded by the suns illuminating haze, to which I shut my blinds to. I'm too tired for this, yet I force myself out my bed as I do every morning.

After I get ready, I head off to the bus, once again slamming the mailbox shut on my way there. That mailman really needs to learn proper manners and close things.

I exchange greetings with the bus driver, a short, chubby woman named Laura. (who is rather kind to me, compared to the kids who don't greet her.) And while Rina sits with her friends, chattering away, I sit near the back. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a loner or anything, it's just none of my friends take the bus, and I'm too lazy to talk to someone new. Why go through all that trouble? I mean, I also enjoy the peace.

Despite Leerland's athletic history, and many, many victorys in championships, they certainly lack updating transportation. The school bus' here have to be at least sixty years old, and thats no exaggeration. I mean, how else do you manage to get a 1960's vogue magazine under the floor of a raggedy seat? (If we're being honest, the guy who found that was like the boy who cried wolf, so we'll never know.)

All in all, the school really needs some new school bus'. How can you afford high-quality equipment for at least three-dozen sports, along with custom areas and clubs for said activities, but can't update a few damn bus'?

And take the crusty windows for example, the tear in the walk way, and the dangling wire from the roof (which im certain is a safety hazard.), which all have caused at least one trip to the hospital for some poor kid. I don't know why my parents even bother waking me up for school sometimes, because I might not even return home at this rate.

But besides the precarious conditions of the school bus, the mornings are quite enjoyable. The students are loud, but that's nothing a little music can't fix, along with taking a quick nap or gazing out the window. Safe to say, having the mornings to myself is not too far from tranquility.

I enjoy the peace.

The bus is just the liveliness I need. I look out the window, softly smiling. I enjoy the peace.

"Nice smile you got there." A voice from the seat across from me says. I don't even need to look. Its Cadan.

Peace; ruined.

Wait, Cadan? Since when did he take the school bus?

He doesn't, right? In fact, the school bus passes by his house, so sometimes I can see him walking. (I swear im no creep, I only know this because some kids waved to him when he was walking to school.)