Unexpected Luggage

                         I’ve been standing out in this god awful rain in London, England with only a light jacket with no hood for a good 20 minutes now waiting for this damn bus. It should have been here by now, but with my luck in this weather, it’s fashionably late. To pass the time I watched all the  British people walk by with their rain jackets and keeping dry with their umbrellas. Damn them. I’ve only been in London for a day and I have already stuck myself in a situation where I could very well get sick. Great. Good thing at 18 years of age I still had a good immune system. By the time the stupid bus arrived it was 8:45pm I had jetlag ,I was hungry as anything and my long brown hair was completely soaked. I got on that bus so fast the driver probably thought I was going mad. I quickly threw the correct amount of coins into the cashbox, which was a little soaked from the rain, and sat in a seat in the middle of the bus. It was about a 45 minute ride back to my hotel so when I sat down I pulled out my Ipod and started listening to some Boston and prayed to god the buffet at the hotel was still open.

                         After a couple of minutes I looked around the big comfy bus and saw not many people were on at this hour. Lucky little bitches. They were probably home with their families sitting around a nice fire with some warm tea, not freezing their ass off in a bus soaking wet. There wasn’t anyone my age, just a few middle age men who were probably coming back from a bingo game, and a young American tourist couple sitting in front of me. You could tell they were tourist because they had their camera out taking pictures of everything and wearing Big Ben t-shirts you could buy at the gift shop. I didn’t look much like a tourist, however I did look different. Everyone in England look every proper and well kept even in the summer.  I’m from Brooklyn, New York so I’m used to seeing a bunch of different styles. The bus ride was pretty nice, we passed through the city part of London which was beautiful. A great way to kick off my summer adventures. I was exploring England; I’ll spend about 2 weeks here and go to all the spots my parents wanted to go to. After my parents died, they left me their whole life savings, which was more then what I could handle. So my Aunt and I made a deal, I would set aside at least 2 full years of tuition to Julliard, the college I wanted to go to, and then I could set aside enough money to go on this trip i was suppose to go on with my parents. They passed away before they could even make the plans. It was hard at first to make the plans to go to England not only knowing that I could be here with my parents right now, but also this is the place they fell in love in.    

 The bus came to a rough stop, causing me to bump my head on the seat in front of me.

"Shit." I mumbled under my breath as I adjusted my ear buds so I could get the full sound effect to my favorite song by Boston, More than a feeling. I glanced at my IPhone and saw that I had about a half an hour left of the ride. While I did all this I didn't even realize that the bus started moving again, however we had some new passengers with us. I heard the young American lady in front of me gasp and point her camera at the new passengers. I couldn't really tell who the new people were since they were wearing sunglasses at night. Weird. As the people walked down the aisle  I noticed they were all boys, and one seemed to have locked eyes with me. The boys took off their glasses and that's when I recognized the one boy who had locked eyes with me. I tensed up and hate started flowing through me, especially when they walked by me and didn't stop. Especially when the curly haired one sat next to me. Especially when he looked at me and flashed his perfect smile. Especially when I knew that I just complimented Harry Styles.

                     I think he tried to say hi to me but I just turned up my iPod and looked at the beautiful city lights before me. Then only 5 minutes later the worst happened. My iPod died. "Crap" I mumbled under my breath. I angrily threw my iPod back into my side bag and brought my legs up to my chest and looked out the window. I heard the little curly hair brat laughed lowly, knowing he was laughing at me. I shot my head in his direction and glared at him. "What?" I snapped at him. He laughed gain. Boy he was getting on my nerves.