As I walked to my bus stop, the cold, dry Texas wind hit me. I hate it. With Texas wind comes dirt, and dead leaves, and tumbleweeds, and everything dull about my state. A gray cloth over a brilliant canvas. I was wearing my usual black hoodie over black skinny jeans. My clothes make me the butt of most jokes, being called emo and stuff. I'm used to it now. The bus pulled up to the stop and opened its doors. Yellow is too bright a color for a form of transportation designated to take me to a prison. I step on and started to walk to my seat. Then, I realized that someone is already sitting there. A boy. Say what you want about high school movies and how they are not accurate portrayal of high school, but everyone has THEIR seat. No one changes seats in class. No cliques changes lunch tables. No one sits in someone else's spot on the bus. I kept walking until I get to my seat. The boy didn't look familiar. He had light brown hair, almost blond but too dark to be. His eyes were a hazel color and he had a sort of olive skin tone. He must be new. There was only one thing that was throwing me off. His face. On his face was just a look of pure neutrality. No fear, no confusion, nothing timid. Then again, his face wasn't too over confident either. He just looked like this was just his life. That he had been through this routine over and again, rode this bus over and over again, sat in my seat over and over again. But he hadn't. He was new. "Excuse me?", I called to him,"This is kinda where I sit." He looked over at me. His face didn't even change. "Well, do you have someone to sit with?", he asked. "No." "Then you can sit with me." I sat down next to him and he turned to face me. "So what's your name?", he asked. "Skye", I replied back,"Skye Bannistman. Yours?" "Lukas Tyler.", he said. "I'm new. I came here yesterday."
"Wait.. why weren't you on the bus yesterday?"
"Cause my mom gave me a ride. She can't give me one anymore because she got a job."
"Oh." He scooted in closer. "What's your favorite song?"
"Better Man by Pearl Jam."
"Mine is When You Were Young by The Killers."
This goes on. Favorite this, favorite that, on and on until we get to school. I stepped off the bus and hurried to athletics. Second day in a row that I was late thanks to the stupid bus. As we started to do our warmup stretches on the track, the guys athletics ran by on their way to the gym. All the girls blushed and began talking about which guy can bench the most and who took off their shirt in last semester's weight room session. I have no one and no interest to talk about that sorta stuff. Suddenly the talking hushed as Lukas jogged by. All the girls, curious about this new boy, craned their heads to look at him. I just stood there. Until he waved to me. Only me. Do I have a friend?
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When All The Leaves Fall
Teen FictionAs Skye enters the second semester of her senior year, she begins to worry about her future. Luckily, she has her newfound friend Lukas to help her out.
