Miserable

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30th September 2008

"Come on... Why is this bus always fucking late?" I sighed and reluctantly rolled up my sleeve to check my watch.

I quickly rolled it back as the cold was piercing my skin. The fog coming out of my mouth with each breath became more and more frustrating. After what had felt like forever, I could hear the scrapes of the rubber wheels turning on the icy road down. I looked up and saw the bus at the end of my street. As it pulled up to me, the squeaky metal doors opened and I could already tell today was gonna be a horrible last first day. My best friend, Audrey, was getting a lift from her father, if only I had that luxury. I climbed on while the old bus driver eyed me down.

"Fuck you looking at, druggo?" I whispered under my breath as I walked past him.

That old bag has always had it out for Audrey and I. All because we laughed at him once for being a dickhead driver, nearly wiping out the entire bus. Clearly not his proudest moment. I took a seat at the back of the bus and started to draw on the window with the condensation. The bus ride to school is always the worst part of the day, the bus smells like ass and sweat and I swear some of these kids don't know how to use a fucking shower. I don't even have any friends here, or better yet my boyfriend Georg, which is usually what gets me through mornings like these.

The bus finally pulls up to the shithole that I unfortunately call my school. I wait for everybody else to get off before I slowly get up and drag my feet all the way in. Just gotta get through homeroom then I can meet up with my crew. Maybe, just maybe, life at school will hopefully become a little less miserable.

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