The Bus Ride.

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She sits by the window.

A tug forward, and the ten wheeled public transport starts to move. She lets out a breath that she didn't even realise was holding in.

She doesn't regret anything. No, she had made up her mind.

It was not an order. It was a choice. She had agreed to the offer.

She opens the window. A breeze blows the little brunette curls sticking out of her fishtail braid back. The weather is cloudy, like a half asleep person's thoughts.

She closes her eyes. She thinks of her family. They adopted her. They brought her up. And they too, left her. It wasn't their choice, but it hurt still. Left her to rot in the child care centre.

And she couldn't even run away. "Until you're 18, Miss Haley." One whole year left. Her foster family's inheritance was the reason she went to college.

A seat ahead, a baby has been crying for quite some time. Loudly. His mother's calming lullabies do nothing to quiet him down.

"Do you mind if I try?" She asks the lady."Yeah, sure, go ahead. I don't know what's happening to him. "

She takes him in her arms. He looks a lot like herself. Porcelain skin, foam blue eyes. Though hers are deep blue, she can't help but marvel.

"Hush, dear, it's okay. You know what? You'd put an opera to shame if you keep crying like that. " She whispers in his ear. In about fifteen minutes, his lips are sealed.

She returns the child to his mother.
A lump forms in her throat. And for the first time, she questions her decision. She blinks away the tears.

She plugs in her headphones. Beethoven plays. For a girl her age, she is different. Unique, maybe, but nothing. She is nothing, she reassures herself for the zillionth time.

But maybe she could have been something. Her dyslexia surely didn't help, but she could have done something with her life. Something productive. Something... good.

And yet, she chose to do this.

Before climbing the bus, she only thought that there was nothing to lose.

Selfish girl. Stupid girl. Foolish girl.

'I guess its too late now. '












The bomb under her jacket goes off.

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SO! Hi. It's been a while.

Many of you might have read this story already, on my previous account, but I'd like to keep it here. I don't know. Nostalgic purposes?

Vote, comment, share, maybe?

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