I've finally reached the city. I keep on a hoodie at all times, so people from school don't recognize me. Not that they would, but I like to play it on the safe side.
It's 2:00 am, and nobody is out walking, especially in the rain. It just started. My goal is to make it to the bus stop, so I can at least get somewhere besides the front of the city library.
I like walking in the town. In the rain. Alone. My trait naturally is a loner, so it doesn't bother me that I don't have a friend to walk side by side with. I got so used to it, that I carry around my old stuffed animal. Of course not at school. But around my aunt's house.
I have found my destination. The bus stop. I'm on perfect time. 2:55 am. All I have to do is wait for 5 more minutes, and then I'm off to as close as I can get to San Francisco. Then I'll end up walking for another 2 hours, but luckily wherever I end up, nobody should know me.
I had a lot of friends in San Francisco. I wasn't shy. To be honest, I think I was a little too talkative. Everyone knew me, and didn't talk bad about me. I had a pretty good reputation back then. But after my parents died, I became depressed. Had to see a therapist. It was bad. But over the years I've realized that crying over something that you'll never be able to change back, is pointless.
The bus has arrived, and as I take my first steps onto the bus stairs, a smile forms onto my face. Not the fake ones I make towards adults, but one that took awhile to become real. The bus driver must have thought I was smiling at her, because she smiled right back at me, and said no charge. She also told me could take me right to San Francisco but it will take a while with the New York traffic. I was really happy, but when she said, "Oops, never mind! That is way too far from here and I've got other stops to make," my happy face dropped.
I take a seat, not making any conversations, not knowing if the bus driver would change her mind about the free bus ride too. I had no clue where I would be dropped off, but I was excited. I was excited about being able to start a new life, maybe even going into foster care. Meet new people, make friends. It's going to be awesome.
It's been three hours and now the bus comes to a stop. I look around. It's a dark, dusty, windy area. There's population sign that says 1. Then over that 1 was a slash sign, marking that there is no one anymore. I look at the bus driver with a confused look.
"This is your stop!" She says with her crackled, hoarse voice.
"This is my stop?" I ask.
"Yes! Now get off my bus or else I'll make you pay!" She said, loudly.
I slowly walked off the bus steps, questioning every step I made. It was foggy and all I could see was a barn afar. It looked old and torn down.
I turn around and look at the bus driver. Looking at her now, I could see she had light grayish and blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and some of her teeth were crooked. She wore a dark navy blue collar shirt, and some beige pants.
I wave goodbye to her, holding my black bag. I smile my perfect white teeth at her, and she smiles back. I thank her once, and now it's time to hit the road.
