"Don't fucking do that again", you say getting on the bus and finding your usual seat.
You flop in, and wiggle around, burring yourself between the beach of the seat in front of you, and your seat.
"That's going on my snap story" Jax, your best friend of 10 years, says sitting down in the seat across from yours.
Jax had managed to get a video of you running out of the school. Seems fine right? Nope, not in your case. You were wearing a newspaper hat you had made in last period, and chanting 'im not a smurf'.
"I'm actually not a smurf tho" you say looking at Jax, and smiling.
"Tell that to your blue hair" he says grabing a piece to show you.
You take the hair he grabbed back, and tuck it behind your ear.
The bus stops announcing that you have reached your house. You grab your bag and walk off. You then around as the bus starts to move, and wave to Jax.
You start walking to the swimming hole, a deeper part of the creak that runs through your town. During the summer, you and Jax go there to swing. Right now, you were just using it as a place to think.
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You set your bag down on he cement block above the water. A gentel summer breaze flows through, causing the leaves to rustle.
You lay back to relax, then there leaves crunching. The wind isn't blowing though. You shoot you head up and look around. "Hello?" You ask alarmed. "Hello stranger" a deep husky voice comes from behind you.
