Cardboard to Tiara (On Hold)

Chapter 2-The City That Never Sleeps...

A/N: Hey there! I haven’t uploaded in a while. I have been crazy busy. The only chance I get to write is one day a week. Soo…here’s chapter numero 2! I’m currently working on the next chapter for ADR. But I’m waiting for a few votes before uploading it.

I hope you guys enjoy this chap. =)

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                                                                <3 Sarita

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So I’m sitting here on the bench trying to figure out how to slip onto the bus without anyone noticing me, when an older couple already now knows what I look like.

I silently prayed that they would choose a sit near the entrance of the bus.

I checked the time. It was almost showtime. I pulled my backpack tighter to my body.

My senses were on edge, cautiously aware of my surroundings. I glanced over my shoulder, searching for the couple in the building’s belly. Nope, they were nowhere in sight.

I inhaled. It’s now or never.

I quietly strolled toward the bus, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible.

I snuck up the stairs and practically crawled toward the bathroom. Once I was safely sitting on the toilet seat, I exhaled.

My stomach began to rumble again. I am trying to save all the food I can, but my stomach wants the opposite. Traitor.

I unzip my backpack and pull out my baggie full of food.

I pull out the rest of the hot dog, and pop it into my mouth.

I pulled my legs to my chest trying to relax. To pass time, I pull out a book and began to read.

In the middle of the chapter, I heard footsteps.

I sit up straight.

Before I could even unzip my backpack, the bathroom door opened. I gasped.

“Honey, lock the door next time,” the familiar southern accent rang.

“I’m sorry. I thought I did.” I tried to lie.

“I thought you spoke French?” She placed her hand on her hip, looking like a very disappointed grandma.

Oops! There was no point in trying to fake it any longer.

“I don’t,” I say to the floor.

“Sweetie, you sure had me believin’ you did.” She begins to cackle. I took it as my cue to exit the restroom before she draws any attention my way.

I chose a window seat in the back, and squeezed my backpack between my legs.

I stared out the window watching people line up in front of the bus. Ha, suckers!

I grinned inwardly and started to finish my abandoned chapter.

The bus revved to life. Sneaking into the bus was easier than I thought (it was not until much later that I found out what really happened).

I crush my legs against my chest, rocking back and forth, lulling myself to sleep.

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My legs began to ache. I stretched them as far as I could. My arms asked to be stretched, and I gladly granted their request.