The bus bounced with every step he made onto the bus. The top of his fluffy, dirty blonde hair was seen first over the seat wall. The bus driver greeted him in surprise as he hadn't ridden in a week. His face broke out into a smile. He passed through the aisle, smiling wide as the driver cracked a joke. He looked straight ahead as he walked, his smile growing wider with each step. His whole face seemed to lift, taking his freckles up with him.
This time, he donned a white hoodie, the picture in the front covered by his crossed arms. It was as if he glided down the aisle, wind whooshing in his shadow as he passed. The curls on top of his head bounced even while he glided; the setting sun shone through it, making his hair look like a fluffy gold cloud. He seemed unbothered by the onlooking stares of the younger kids sitting down.
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Short Story"He bobbed his head and opened his eyes, his curls fraying into his view. His left eye opened, staring ahead, his golden green amber eye locking with mine. He held his gaze for a few seconds before turning his head and closing his eyes." A fanfic...
