Random Stories

1-Schs

I walk out into the humid air, fog blocking the distant objects. My brother is sick today, so I walk to the bus stop alone. I don't know why I even bother, knowing that one day I'm going to die and all my efforts will be gone. Maybe I live to suffer, cause suffering, or prevent suffering. I'm oddly happy that all people die, though. It is a strangly comforting thought. I step off the porch, and onto the road. The walk is about half a mile, not too far.

I reach the bus stop, a girl and a boy already there. They seem like good friends, playing around. I sit down on the cold road, and wait for about 5-7 minutes for the bus to arrive. I watch the two play around. The bus arrives and I step onto it, walking all the way to the back where my seat was. Sometimes my Hispanic friend would be there sitting with me, but not today. Lately she's been car rider to school. In the meantime I look out the window, observing the different trees.. and a decapitated deer on the side of the road.

Wonderful death.