What Is My Life

Chapter 9

Hester woke up the net morning in a panic. She was sweaty and her hair looked like a rats nest and left for the bus. She had the attitude of not wanting to exist.

She saw Hector and wanted to die. I don't want to see anyone she thought to herself. She pushed her way to the front of the line and when the bus came she ran to the back and put her backpack on the next seat. Hector walked straight to her and pushed her backpack on the floor. She rolled her eyes in disgust and looked out the window.

He tapped her on the shoulder. "Ready for our date," he said.

"Ya. I first dates where people like my sister have to come."

"Your the one that invited her."

"Don't tell what I did."

"Are you okay," he asked with a caring look on his face.

"I'm fine."

He grabbed her face and kissed her on the cheek. "What thye @#$$@!#$% was that for?"

"It was something to take your mind off whatever you were thinking before."

She turned red and grabbed her backpack from the floor and moved what seemed like a thousand seats away from Hector. She liked it, but was angry that he even did it.