The bus. It's my first thought when I wake up in the morning, when I sleep, when I eat lunch. The bus is how I ride to school. At least, that's what everyone thinks.
I rarely get off the bus. It's not like I didn't try to get off the bus. I've tried so many times. 1,958 times, to be exact.
Every time I try to get off, the doors close. I'm always the last one to try to get out, so I assumed that was why. So I tried to get off first. That didn't work. (I was trampled and I broke my arm once, but it healed in like two days.) I tried opening the doors, but they won't budge. I try telling the bus driver to let me off, but he's high and doesn't give a shit about his job.
It's the most horrible torture.
All I know is that this all started a very long time ago. When I was in first grade. It all started when I met James.
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Stones to Davis (a Stones to Abbigale Fanfiction)
FanfictionDavis, an ordinary-looking character, has an unordinary life.
