Three Hour Bus Ride 1

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Jasmine dragged herself on the bus as her mom waved goodbye. She could only manage a small wave before the doors closed.

"Goodbye sanity," Jasmine whispered to herself as she washed the houses go by. She was seated next to a boy, but she couldn't tell if he was cute or not because he was staring out the window.

"Maybe he's saying goodbye to his sanity too," Jasmine thought to herself as she stared at the boys brown hair. She decided she should text her mom to tell her about the recent boy find.

JazzyJaz- Dear Mother,
I am writing to inform you that I have seen the male species. This specimen seems to have nice hair. I shall send you a picture.

Momzilla- No, honey don't. I trust your word and you know it's illegal to take pictures without permission. And I don't want you back in jail again

Jasmine ignored the message and prepared to take a picture. As she took the picture, the boy turned around to reveal a cute face. It was almost baby like.

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking at Jasmine. Jasmine panicked and texted her mom quickly.

JazzyJaz- Abort mission. The specimen has spotted me and I don't know if I'll ever see you again, but I want to tell you one last thing. You should add a little more spice into that dish. It would make it taste better.

Momzilla- Good tip and I told this would happen.

Jasmine turned back to the boy who was still staring at her.

"Your freckles are very nice," Jasmine said smiling strangely. The physco smile, her mom had called it. It was named that because she looked like she was about to murder someone.

"Thank you" the boy said slowly turning back to the window. Jasmine made sure the boy wasn't looking and snapped another picture and sent it to her mom.

JazzyJaz- Mission accomplished. The specimen had not noticed me this time.

Momzilla- Oh gosh. How did I give birth to a stalker.

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