Emma Swift and the Proven Rumor (ON HOLD)

Chapter Four: The Teens on the Bus Go,"Ha, ha, ha." All Through the Town.

Before I let my face get red, I wipe my eyes and turn to face Jessica. She just laughs at my face, so I walk closer to her and stomp on her shoe, hard too.

She grasps her heeled shoe, almost falling on the floor. "That's why you don't wear heels to school," I say, trying to laugh out the remaining tears stinging my eyes.

"What did you do that for?!" she shrieks.

"You only bothered me over a million times already," I answer with a smile, before turning around, to see the bus approach us.

The pale bus's doors open wide and I step on without saying a word and with my head down.

I sit down in the seat closest to the front and sit down. Hearing heels click, I look up to see Jessica give me a cold glance before walking to the back of the bus to sit with her boyfriend.

The doors suddenly close and the bus speeds forward, making me grip the seat hard. We suddenly turn and I fall off the seat into the aisle. Behind me, I hear laughing and I force myself up onto my seat, blushing from embarrassment.

"You okay?" a voice asks from across the aisle. I turn my head to see a girl in a sweater that reads, "LAUGH!" Her black locks seem to be live from how big each curl was.

"No, I'm not," I mumble, looking down.

"I'm sorry. I'm Mel, short for Melody," the girl says, her bright green eyes staring into me. I bite my lip and look down, making a lock of hair fall in my face. I hate saying my name out loud, especially after I was just laughed at.

I look up and pull a lock of my brown hair behind my ear. "I'm Emma, Emma Swift," I say.

"Are you and Taylor Swift related?" she asks. I shrug.

"So, is everyone on the bus going to Anderson?"

"I think so," Mel answers. "Everyone thinks they can show everyone they aren't scared by coming. It's stupid."

"Yea, whoever thinks..." I begin, but I'm cut off.

"The school is dangerous. They can't stand up to the ghost."

I roll my eyes. This again. How is everyone so stupid. Ghosts don't exist. Or are they right? I shake my head at the thought.