The bus. I had never taken one in my life. Sure, I went on the city bus once or twice, I was a city girl. I was huddled in a seat at the middle of the bus, towards the front. Crumpled papers, gum wrappers and broken pencils were hurdling in my direction. Finally the bus jerked to a stop, and as I continued to attempt at getting up as others shoved past me, spitting comments like "gross" and "eww" but the worst was Bryson, the most popular male species of the sixth grade. He must have been used to the comments as girls were not so subtlety saying things like "His jaw was made from the literal gods!... Like, uh.... Zeus or whatever." "He's captain of the football, lacrosse, soccer.... Literally everything team!". I found it discussing, and sure, he wasn't ugly but he wasn't as gorgeous as others thought, because I was aware of his utter stupidity. His addition to the comments was,
"Wow Millie, you really haven't stepped it up this year, still clumsy and ugly," he said as he shoved me back into my seats.
" You know me Bryson, you know, it's almost like I've taken a giant step backwards!! Hey! Just like your IQ compared to you in kindergarten." At this point everyone was staring at me, no one had ever, and I mean ever said anything even close to that to Bryson. He was gapping as I stood up, thanked the bus driver and skipped away.
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