Bus Ride

Chapter 1

I wake up, the pillow is drenched. Sweat. Nightmares.

Something in my mind clicks. School. Exams. Late.

I jump up, slipping on the white and navy blue uniform and tying a messy bun. I grab some cereal. Not caring what brand or flavor.
Eat, eat eat, is what my mind tells me. Scoff it down! Faster! Even though my hand is a blur as I stuff the dry flakey cereal into my mouth.

Done.

I run out the door as fast as my weak legs can carry me, waving occasionally to a neighbor or some random friendly person.

The bus stop. The bus. Waiting.
I leap onto that bus, the driver looks odd. Not our usual driver.
"Hello, little miss," he says with crooked teeth, "Yer normal driver is sick. Got the flu I expect! Eh."
I just nod, jumping into the closest seat and buckling up.
There are a few kids on the bus, too. They're just minding their own business, on phones, staring out the window, humming to themselves, reading.
And then there's me. I'm multitasking with a protein bar, my phone, counting money for tuckshop and re-doing my knotted hair. I yawn. I am tired. Obviously. I mean, how couldn't you be when you wake forcefully and then get ready in literally 5 seconds all after having weird dreams? Well, probably not everyone would be tired after that. Maybe even just me.