Today was Monday, back to school. The start of a fresh new week. I tried to forget about the boy I had encountered at the weekend but it was just impossible. I knew he'd try extra hard to look around for me at school. I hated to think that I wanted to see Chris Walker again. He was bound to cause trouble... Mum arrived home on Saturday evening with Jack but I hadn't spoken to him yet. I really couldn't deal with his stupid mood swings anymore. My parents never let me have anything I wanted in particular because they thought it was 'weird' or 'stupid' or 'babyish' or 'unfashionable'. It's mostly my mum saying these things; she can be a right pain in the rear... With all the troubles at home, I sometimes think I should go and live with Poppy. Poppy's my best friend. Most people have know their best friend since nursery or right through Primary School, but I had only known Poppy since my second year in Secondary School, Year 8, but we grew really close in such a short amount of time. She's one of those people that you find impossible to hate! Her family are pretty adorable too. Poppy lives with 4 boys, Daniel, Ollie, baby Chubs, and the EXTREMELY camp, Sam. As well as her younger sister Millie and her mum and dad. Her family is big but it's perfect and each and every one of them are perfect. God's perfect creations. They know I have troubles at home and offer to take me in for a few nights. I could see her today at lunchtime and tell her all about the special encounter!
I munched down my cereal and ran upstairs wasting no time; packing my bag and getting dressed as quickly as I could. Last time I had tried to catch the bus, I had missed it. I am NOT letting that happen again. I grabbed my white and brown rucksack and flung it over my shoulder. I clutched onto my house key and raced out of the house into the street and to the bus stop up my road. When I finally managed to get up the hill and to the bus stop, I met eyes with the 'Slut of The Year', Kenzie. Kenzie sat there practically eating some poor guy's face off! Instead of sitting in the shelter, I sat on the floor and put my earphones in, blasting Coldplay and the Kaiser Chiefs in my ears to block out the moans and groans of the couple a few feet away. To be honest, I doubt they were even a couple and he was just some guy that Kenzie had found on the roadside. It wouldn't surprise me if my theory was true. I took out a book from my rucksack and started to read. Placing the rucksack in the gap of my crossed legs.
About 10 minutes later, a bus appeared, number 21. I tucked my book back into my bag, exchanging it for my buspass. Once again, I hauled my bag over one shoulder and jumped onto the bus. I always sat at the front of the bus so I could get off quickly when it got to my stop and to not get trampled by the people taller than me. I didn't want to end up like Simba's dad... Still listening to my music, I stared out of the window taking in the surroundings of the bus. Soon enough, it took off, taking us to the hell-hole that was my school. Which staring out of the glass I spotted a face. I squinted to see if I could recognise them; and then it hit me... I jumped up, taking my earphones out and stuffing them into my pockets. I tapped the shoulder of the bus driver, "Excuse me, could you quickly pull over, my friend need to get on! PLEASE?!" I really emphasised the 'please'. The driver gave in with a loud sigh and pulled over for a minute. A wheezy-breathed boy ran towards me and I hell out my hand for him to grab to get on. He gripped my hand and pulse me so hard that I tripped and fell to the concrete on the side of the bus, with Chris Walker bundled next to me. The bus driver just rolled his eyes thinking this was all a joke. He pressed a button and the door closed. Before I could do anything, the bus had pulled away and was driving down the road. I quickly stood up, leaving Chris on the ground still. "HEY! COME BACK! MY BAG IS ON THERE!" Extremely angry and flustered, I let out my anger on the gravel under my feet; kicking, screaming, jumping in fury and soon, tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I ran to the bus shelter a few feet away and sat there, on the bench, with my head in my hands and let out a monstrous cry. I wouldn't normally cry and something as silly as this but this was just NOT the situation I wanted to be in.
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Here Goes Nothing!
Roman d'amourWhen Agnes Harper's father passes away things become difficult for her. Soon she can't stand it much longer and runs away from home by herself. When a young boy crashes his car outside Agnes' house she quickly makes a new friend. Good luck or bad lu...
