Nonsense

Cypress Park

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Ellie's POV bc I said so.

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>•Ellie•<

My knee bounced up and down under my seat, anticipating the day ahead.

The droning of my math teacher could hardly bring my mood down.

Not today, anyway.

Today was the day of the not-so-mid-year field trips, which were greatly anticipated by most of the students here, including myself.

The eighth graders take their trip today, Friday, while the seventh took theirs Thursday.

Last year, all the seventh graders took a trip to a little, slightly run down, amusement park called Skylar Shores. It was fun, but most of us look forward to the eighth grade trip much more. We will take a (long) bus drive to Cypress Park, a large amusement park famous for its huge rollercoasters. From what I heard last year, it was amazing.

I sit anxiously in algebra, impatiently waiting for her to let us go. Unfortunately, it seems Ms. Cruz wants to thoroughly explain every safety rule. My finger twirls a strand of my light hair, flicking it slowly against my cheek. The others around me seem impatient too, especially Myron.

I met Myron Stanson last year, in seventh grade. We share many of the same interests, including lazing around and sleeping. He sits next to me, his fist supporting his head, leaning on the smooth wooden surface of the desk. His bright turquoise eyes are trained on the wall clock by the classroom door. Mrs. Cruz drones on until finally, finally, she seems to be finished.

"Dismissed," She says formally.

Myron hops up from his chair, sending his reddish-brown hair askew. I grin and follow him out of the door, enjoying the excited aura enveloping everyone.

No one bothered to bring their backpacks today, except for the students not eligible to go on the trips, whom I glance at sympathetically. I look at the five buses parked in front of the school. As soon as they come into view, I cringe. I hate the buses.

Way too many people crammed into a small space.

"See ya Ellie!" Myron yells, heading toward the line for the fourth bus, corresponding to his last name. I look at the different signs people hold above the five lines of students.

Bus 1. A-D

Bus 2. E-J

Bus 3. K-P

Bus 4. Q-T

Bus 5. U-Z

I start toward the line for bus five, which is shorter than the others, as not many people have a last name between U and Z. I do though. Weiss.

So does he.

Caden Xylander.

He has such an odd last name I can't help but admire. Mine sounds annoying, like you're saying 'mice'. His sounds like an adventurer's name from a cool action movie.

It used to be really awesome that we had the same bus every field trip. Last year, when we were more-or-less friends, it was really fun getting to hang out with him for a long period of time like that. it was exhilarating too, as I was beginning to become aware of my crush at that point. Getting to sit so close together made my heart flutter in my chest. Things got complicated that summer, leading to my position now.

The first field trip of this year was just awful. The bus ride there discouraged me most of all. I recall squeezing through the crowded aisle in order to get to an empty seat in the back of the bus. Having to pass Caden, who was seated next to some other guy, made my stomach drop in a various mix of emotions. The pain was sill extremely fresh in my mind at the time, causing my thoughts to run wild. It was just awful seeing him completely ignore me as if we had never known each other. As if I was just another meaningless face in the crowd.