I'm alone.
On the bus.
Its 2am.
Why am I alone on the bus at 2am? Oh, its OBVIOUSLY because telling your "best friend" to stop bullying the new kid and just leave her alone was a crime!And that definitely means you have to get kicked out of said friends house in the middle of the night!
I examine my face in the window. My hair. Is. So. Messy. There are strands sticking out of my lazily tied up ponytail. My strawberry blonde hair gets in the way of my face and I gently brush it off. After a while, it falls back on my face again. Why do I even bother to look good. Its not like anyones looking. Theres no one else here on the bus besides the bus driver, but its not like that old gad would care.
Some guy stumbles on the bus, too busy looking at his phone to care about whether hes going in a straight line or not. He sits right behind me and starts taking out his headphones.
Oh, speak of the devil.
And, thinking about this scene five hours later, I realised it could not be more right.
Speak of the devil indeed.
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Death and Milk Tea
General Fiction"Want a sip?" "Is that... bubble tea?" "Yeah. Want a sip?" This is death. I met him a while ago. He looks at me curiously. "What flavour is it..." ~ This story is an absolute mess! In fact, this is kinda just a writing practice so sorry if I decide...
