jeremy shada, a kind stranger

getting there

i walked outside under the scortching sun, weather in California was hotter then crap in August. I strolled over to the nearest bus stop on our block and sat on the curb there werent any other people at that bus stop because our street dosnt have anyone even close to my age on it so i decided to take out my sketch pad and make a self portrait i had averagely long brown hair and blue eyes with a slight scatter of freckles along my cheeks i just decided to wear my black hoodie, jean shorts, and blue converse today nothing fancy and i just straightend my hair and put on my blue beanie. screech the bus pulled up just when i hear someone run over and jump onto the bus, hmmm i didnt recodnize him i followed and got onto an old stickey seat in the back and finished my drawing while i listened to the endless yelling and hearing everyone being called sluts and whores behind their backs. I just tried to stay hidden and be that girl that people would see in the year book and say, heys whos that? It worked so far to avoid gossip and attention from other students so ill try again this year.