bus rides.

dustin.

I've always liked the seats at the back. Not many people bother going all the way up to those seats. Not many people sit there. I'd like to think I'm not in the majority.

That girl was a real twat. Acting so high and mighty. She had this aura that made me annoyed instantly.

I think I dated her friend once. Her friend dumped me one week after we started dating. I was rather shocked, but it's not like we were serious.

Slumping into the seat in the farthest corner of the bus, I close my eyes. I've been working multiple shifts these last few days, trying to earn as much as I can.

My best friend and I have always wanted go go backpacking in Europe. We start saving up when we were ten year olds, via lemon stands and such.

Now, with graduation coming up in a few weeks, we're working our asses off trying to add to the stack. We reached the goal amout of money last year, but we didn't stop.

I've fantasised about meeting beautiful, exotic women throughout my whole trip, doing dangerous deeds, maybe even getting arrested. Being cooped up in this dreary town has taken its toll on me and I hope to break free after graduation.

The bus jolts to a stop and my eyes snap open. I watch her, the twat, get up and hop off the bus. No joke. She literally hops off like a three year old.

I roll my eyes at her. Her head turns to me just as I do.

What is she, a mind reader?

I close my eyes again and lean against the headrest. Might as well sleep while I can. I have the night shift tonight.