The day of departure had finally arrived, and I leapt out of bed with an energy I hadn't felt in weeks. My excitement was palpable as I dashed through my morning routine. Of course, my parents were nowhere to be found—they were probably at some party or another, lost in their own world. I grabbed my suitcase and backpack and headed out the door, where my friends were waiting for me. We had decided to meet here since my house was the closest to the bus station.
The bus station was buzzing with activity. We joined the end of a long line, which, of course, had only grown longer because Kimberly had insisted on buying a sandwich. As we finally made our way to the front, our teacher informed us of our assigned seats on the bus. I could hardly contain my excitement as I scanned the bus for my friends.
When it was my turn to find my seat, I saw Kimberly sitting next to Lowie, the class clown. The whole school knew they were like oil and water—constantly clashing, always at each other's throats. It was a sight to see, and I couldn't help but chuckle.
Then, my gaze fell on the quiet kid I'd be sitting next to. He was a handsome young boy with striking black hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked calm and composed, engrossed in a book. I couldn't remember his name, but his serene presence was a welcome change from the chaos of the others.
I slid into the seat beside him, and he glanced up from his book. I offered a friendly smile and a hesitant "Hi," but the conversation didn't flow easily. The silence between us felt awkward, so I decided to distract myself with a movie on my phone.
Halfway through, I felt a wave of drowsiness wash over me. I slipped my AirPods in, letting the music soothe me as I drifted off. When I awoke, I realized with a jolt that I had accidentally dozed off on his shoulder. Embarrassed, I quickly straightened up and met his gaze.
He regarded me for a few seconds, a hint of amusement in his blue eyes, before returning to his book. I stammered an apology, and he gave a small, understanding nod, his expression gentle. Relieved, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through Instagram to pass the time.
Before long, the bus rolled to a stop at the airport. The excitement of the trip returned as I collected my stuff and got ready to get off the bus.
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~The lost one~
Teen FictionSimi lives in a nightmare with her abusive father and cruel mother. Her life is hell, but she has no idea that she has a loving father and six brothers waiting for her in Italy. Join 14-year-old Simi on her incredible journey of discovery and hope.
