I was waiting for the bus at school, and boy, was it chilly. I cross my arms, hoping to get some warmth that way. The bus was kinda late today, I noticed.
"Where is that damned bus?" one of the kids swore, "I'm standing here freezing cold, and no one's here."
Right as he said that, the bus came. I let out a sigh of relief and ran into the bus. When I sat in my seat, I immediately saw that Valery wasn't there. I shrug and resume drawing this girl in a wedding dress. Of course, it was my mom. I don't really understand why I draw pictures resembling my family in them. I guess I'm still in depression zone.
"This someone in your family?" I heard someone say.
I turned my head to the person, and It was Ethan. I smiled and answered.
"Yeah," I said, happily, "Mom in her wedding dress."
I was coloring her in, when Ethan leaned forward to see what I was doing. I started to color her eyes when I stopped. I thought about the way Mom looked in this picture. Her eyes were the same shade of purple as mine. Her hair a golden blonde, and her pale lips smiling back at me. I copied that smile SPECIFICALLY for this picture.
The bus skidded, suddenly, and it slightly tilted. I was pushed against the cold metal and window. When the bus was on all four wheels, I rubbed the back of my neck. I winced when I felt a twinge of pain.
"You okay?" Ethan asked, his hands on the seats between him, "Sounded like you got hurt badly."
I smile, my hand still rubbing my neck.
"I'm fine Ethan," I replied, "Thanks for worrying."
He smirked.
"So, does this mean we're friends?" he asked so suddenly.
I looked at him, surprise all over my face, I bet. I thought for two seconds but replied.
"Sure. You've been nicer these past few days."
He chuckled.
"Alright," he said, "I could get use to being your friend."
We both laughed and got off the bus for class.
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Mystics of the Light
FantasyWhen Reese, a mystical girl, is told that she is some sort of hero to the land. She, and some other Mystics of the Light members, go out to see what they can do. But, they don't realize that their own home might be the traitor. I DON'T OWN ANY OF T...
