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the bus

nelia wakes up to the bus screeching and she looks around, annoyed that her sleep was ruined. oh for fuck's sake, start moving.

" what is happening? " a man formally dressed stands and asks the bus driver, " there's a fucking trail of cats down the road and there's an old lady leading them all! " he replies pointing to the zebra crossing. the man sits and grumbled under his breath.

people inside were complaining, shouting offences and being angry at him. he doesn't react by folding his shoulders and just watching the old lady slowly cross the street.

she sighs and looks out at the window, they were near to the curb. people walked back and forth and some looked at her, she gave them weird stares and it was funny. nelia turned her volume to the maximum because people started bickering, and the bickering turned to loud noises.

someone tapped her shoulder and it became repetitive, annoyed, she turned her head and hollered at the person, " what the fuck do you want? "

both of them blinked multiple times and the boy tried to pinch himself, making sure he's dreaming. " and it looks like i meet ms-run-for-the-hills, " he grumbled under his breath and in which she replies by rolling her eyes and facing the front.

the noises from the bus came to a stop when the old lady has passed the side of the road. the environment in the bus became normal but nelia was itching to get to her stop.

a pale blue paper was held out in front of her.

maybe im dreaming and if i was thank god
you're really not here

she ignored him and looked at the window. people were walking, carrying a bag or nothing, talking to someone or just by themselves, going to their parked car or going to the subway.

her stop finally came and she ignored robert when he gave the finger and she alighting from the bus has never made her feel better.