Anxiety☹m.c

I am Ruth. Just a plain old girl, nothing really special to say about myself. I have deppression and dyslexia, if thats something to say. I guess thats all about me people need to know before leaving me, alone on this filthy goddamn world. Oh well.

Today was January 1st, the day I go back to jail.

Whoops I mean school.

Practically the same thing.

But not only school, I have to deal with my dyslexia in math. ELA. Sience. Social Studies. And any other class except gym. And the bullies. Not really much during school. For atleast I tell myself that.

I looked up in my wardrobe mirror, telling myself that today was going to be a good day. Hopefully. My mom knocked on my door, opening it a crack.

"Ruth, time to go to the bus stop, hurry up!" Before i can answer she shut the door, probably walking away.

I looked into the mirror one last time. Im not going to tell you how I look, whatever you think is probaly worse than I am.

Grabbing my iPod and headphones from my nightstand, I headed downstairs. My mom walked up to me and kissed my forehead.

"Love you, have a good day."

"Love you mom," I replied, "See you after school!"

I bolted out the door of our small house, and put in my headphones listening to music. The cold wind brushed passed my cheeks, sending my hair cascading behind me. Ugh the cold wind bugs me all the time. I turned to the left to where the bus stop was, but I was the only one who went on it, the other people either got driven, or walked.

As I reached it, another person walked up to it too. I didn't reconize him, he looked odd. He had blue hair and green eyes you can't explain, but you can get lost in them. But his hair, it looked like he has escaped from a rainbow factory.

He looked broken inside, the sadness in his eyes. But he froze when he saw me, locking eyes with me. I turned on my ankles, ignoring the awkward moment that came between us.

The music that I was listening to reminded me of school. For some dumb reason. But I don't want to worry about this now. After about a couple songs, the bus slowly came to the bus stop opening the doors and allowing us inside.

"Thanks." I muttered to the bus driver, it was a little habit I held.

I slumped down in the very back seat that stretched right across the back of the bus, leaving room for about 4 people. The boy from the bus stop sat at the oppisite end from me, looking out the window.

I wonder why he didn't talk to me before at the bus stop. But, I don't think that we would be friends anyway, just there is something odd about that boy. And, of course; I am odd too. Sord of. Well atleast I think I am.

The bus came to a halt, sending me flying forwards, into the seat in front of me.

"Damn it!" I exclaimed, my iPod fell, ripping the earphones out of my ears and sending it to the boy's feet.

He looked down at my iPod and picked it up, handing it to me. I glady took it and my hand accendently grabbing his.

"Sorry," I muttered, taking my iPod from his grasp. Heat rose up on my cheeks, sending them into a scarlet colour.

He didn't answer.

I put the headphones back in and looked back out the window. I wonder why he didn't answer. Oh well, people are rude like that sometimes. I scoffed since he didn't answer and looked back at him. His eyes filled with sadness and he looked down. Uh oh. Tears filled his eyes. I hurt his feelings. Once in a livetime, Ruth Wood has hurt somebody's feelings.