The bus bounces down the gravel road and I grab ahold of the window pane to steady myself. All around me the sound of voices join together and make a low buzzing sound. No one sits next to me. But it doesn't bother me. I'm pretty used to it now. They don't get me but that's ok because I don't really get them either. I don't get why in this society you have to pile make-up onto your face to be popular. I don't get why the people who are pretty and "perfect" get all the attention from everyone. I wish personality mattered more than everything. Because I'm not considered pretty or "perfect," whatever that means, but I do think that if people took the chance to get to know the people that aren't popular, like me, they would actually find things they like.
But, I can't exactly do anything about that.
Because someone could be pretty but no where near nice. I've met enough of these people in my life. And I'm only 15.
The bus rolls into my stop and I get up. The smell of burnt tires against pavement and perfume from the girls mix together and make me wrinkle my nose up. I get off the bus and thank the driver. As soon as I start walking towards my house I hear my name and turn around. Some boys from my school are coming at me on bikes. And fast. My mind whirles and I try to get off the sidewalk but before I do one of them zips by and hits my backpack throwing me off balance. Another grabs the bracelet on my wrist and pulls. The bracelet snaps and beads go flying. I hear them laugh as I land on my butt on the cement sidewalk.
I look at the beads surrounding me. And then I realize the bus is still there.
And everyone is laughing and pointing.
I jump up, grab my backpack off the ground and run, holding back tears. I don't care that I fell. I don't care that everyone saw me because I don't really care about them in the first place. I did before, but I don't anymore. I've learned. What hurts the most is my heart.
Because the bracelet they broke off my wrist was the bracelet my mom gave to me less then a year ago.
The bracelet my mom gave to me three days before she died.
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Chasing Chaos
ActionDestine is just an outcast at her school. Her mother died a little over a year ago, she doesn't even know how. All she is worried about is trying to survive high school. Then her life takes a turn that she would never have even thought to see coming...
