Mystery Boy

“Did you find a phone here last night” I franticly asked my bus driver when he picked me up this morning.

“No sorry” he replied as if he couldn’t care less.

Great, I took my usual seat by the window in the back and put in my ear buds.

 I cranked my music so I wouldn’t have to hear the agonizing squeal of the buses brakes. I started to drift off with the music echoing through my brain.

“Jules wake up” my friend Sammy was rocking me awake. She was not familiar with being subtle.

“Sorry, sorry” I said rubbing my eyes and probably destroying my eye makeup.

“Rough night,” She asks now concerned. She knew my parents were fighting and there was a lot of tension in my house right now.

“No I just lost my cell phone I thought I left it here last night but-“ that’s when I was cut off.

“Is this it” asks a boy about my age who I had never seen before. His arm extended in my direction with, of course, my phone in his hand.

 He had the most amazing smile I had ever seen before.

But who was this mystery boy?

Just then there was a defining sound and the bus was on its side.