Because traffic may be approaching from either direction. It's a good idea to look both ways before even entering a one-way street, you never know if there might be a wrong-way driver or especially a pedestrian or cyclist approaching. Children are t...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
BEING SPIDERMAN ISN'T EASY
Okay, well you aren't Spiderman but you could be. Having hyper senses is a blessing and a curse. It isn't even a real thing, not in this dimension. You're the one and only, there's no one to understand your pain.
You weren't exactly what you would call...social. Most kids didn't want to hang around the girl who could 'see demons' and 'curse people'. Even your own parents didn't seem to like you, the feeling was mutual; you hated those jerks.
Even if the rest of the world doesn't understand you, at least you've got the school bus graveyard, a place that's 100% yours, where you don't have to worry about anyone judging you. It's been your spot for the last three years, and the only place where you can really be yourself. Every day at 12:00, you're teleported to an alternate dimension, where the sky is red and time stands still. After raiding multiple stores, you came across a field of beat-up buses. It's a strange place to make home, but it was comfortable.
Sure, there are some creepy bony monsters around, but they're not harmful. And honestly, you kinda like the place. They don't judge or laugh or call you names, which is exactly how you want it. They're just minding their own business, and it's a nice escape from the chaos of the real world. So what if you're not a superhero, you've got something even better, a little slice of paradise all to yourself.
That is, until recently.
Mr. Walter straightened his lapels, adjusting his shirt collar before pulling up the projector screen. Dressed in his usual brown suit jacket with a red tie and white jeans, he displayed "SEMESTER LONG GROUP PROJECT" on the board, sending you into a mini panic attack. Maybe he'll let me work alone? you thought. "Oh, and no one works alone," Mr. Walter declared, dashing your hopes.
Students quickly grouped together, finding their perfect fit, but you were like a piece that wasn't even part of the puzzle. As Mr. Walter surveyed the room, his eyes ultimately landed on you. After a few moments of contemplation, he pointed at a group of six and you sighed, resigned to your fate as you gathered up your belongings and moved your desk to their table.
"Hey! I'm Aiden," the one with the enthusiastic red eyes introduced himself as you took your seat.
You already knew his name, as he'd introduced himself earlier. His name was Aiden Clark, and his cousin Ben was seated next to him. Ashlyn, a girl with lengthy ginger hair was next to Aiden, head planted in her shirt, and next to her was Taylor, a dark brunette in a Roll t-shirt, next in the circle was her twin brother you knew as Tyler (he's hard to miss) in a matching Rock t-shirt and lastly was Logan, a boy you thought could be the teacher's niece or son.
"Didn't notice you on the bus, what's your name?" The teacher was aware that you didn't take a liking to speaking, so you were skipped in the introductions.
Ignoring his question, you put on your earbuds and started a murder mystery podcast you'd found out about yesterday, which was Thursday. The case of Aubrielle Starlit was so compelling that you completely missed the information about the group project. You were fully engrossed in your murder mystery podcast when you felt the back of your head sting, warning you that something was going to happen but you'd reacted too late─ your phone was suddenly snatched out of your hands. "Motherfu--" you started to say but caught yourself just in time. Aiden, who was typing on your device, smirked.
"So you can talk, I thought you were mute. I think you would like Ben, he's like you just...less creepy." You stared at him sternly, holding out your hand. He shrugged, handing your phone back to you. "Sorry, I had to add you to the History Group. See-ya creepy girl." creepy girl?
On your way out, you were handed a pink slip for an optional field trip to Savannah, Georgia. You were glad it was optional, but you weren't going to go either way. Even if you wanted to go, your parents wouldn't sign the permission slip. Your parents were rarely around, either on "business trips" or visiting their parents in Maryland. The only times they were home was to bring food every month so their child wouldn't die of starvation. Sure, make sure your daughter stays alive but never pay attention to her...
But that's where Salty, your white Persian cat, comes in. Salty is your only companion in your big house, but he seems to hate you. Salty is 7 years old and doesn't like being touched or held. You've done everything you can to get him to like you, even bribing him with treats and toys. Nothing seems to work, and you've given up hope that he'll ever be the loving cat you long for. You're stuck with him for now, but at least you can escape into podcasts and books.
HISTORY GROUP
AIDEN
Guys
Guys
Guys
Guys
Are you all going on a field trip?
ASHLYN
no
TYLER
me and tay are going
BEN
👍
LOGAN
Yeah
AIDEN
wbu creepy girl?
YOU
don't call me that. and no im not going
AIDEN
y
YOU
z
- delivered: 21:23
Settling into bed, you uncapped a half-empty bottle of strawberry melatonin gummies and consumed two before turning over. The room was shrouded in darkness, except for the thin sliver of deep blue light that drifted in from outside. The buzzing of the fan and the rustling of the trees outside created a calming atmosphere that lulled you to sleep in no time.
.
.
.
.
11:59
12:00
──────────────
AHHSHSHS I HOPE I DONT END UP DELETING THIS LIKE MY OTHER FANFICS 😭
