Excitement

five

After lunch I went off to gym, which I didn't have to attend because of my current predicament.

This is freedom. God bless America.

It was nice to see everyone else out of breath, sweaty, and dehydrated as I sat quietly and watched.

Truly entertaining, if I do say so myself.

Today was an 'on track practice', but I was fine with the uncontrollable amount of heat as long as I was able to be in content with nature; the tall trees dancing in the wind, the clouds forming along with your imagination, the road off in the not to far distance, it made an absolutely perfect sketch actually.

Sneaking a few pictures on my phone behind the coach's back, I laughed silently to myself as his nearly bald head reflected the sunlight, while he blew his red whistle.

When we all went inside I caught Harry and his very attractive friend looking over at me.

"Can I help you?" I asked trying to keep my cool.

"Har-

"Jake, don't." Harry grunted immediately.

"Do you want to hang out with us sometime?" The sky blue eyes spoke smoothly, ignoring Harry's plea.

Oh god, he's realy cute.

"Say no." Harry urged.

Shut up.

"Why would you want to hang around me of all people?" I confusingly spoke.

"I don't know, you seem pretty damn cool and from what we saw today your also hilarious, so why not?" He shrugged.

"How about I think about it." I contemplated giving him a wink or something to let him know that I was actually really interested.

But you have to play hard to get.

"What, come on! You know you want to." he laughed.

"I have to go, but I'll think about it." I chuckled, before I waved goodbye to him and walked out the gym with my backpack in my grasp.

"She's gorgeous just admit it Harry. " Was the last thing I heard before I headed off, a small smile spred across my face as I walked.

Score.

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After I got out of art, the bell rang immediately and I was the first one in my creative writing class, so I turned in my essay and sat in the seat closest to the front, waiting patiently as everybody walked in.

As soon as the next bell rang, people rushed to their seats as the teacher began to talk.

For the next hour the room stayed completely silent we learned about simple grammar -as if we didn't know any of this shit- and I've never been so bored in my entire life.

When the bell soon rang, I slowly started packing up my things as everyone else left the room.

"I can wait for you if you'd like." A boys voice said causing my head to jerk up and bang on the underside of the desk.

I held the back of my head in pain and sighed looking up at the guy he tried not to laugh as he helped me up.

Aaron was his name -the guy who walked me to the bus stop-, he seems pretty rad.

As soon as the dusty bus showed up, I hopped on and sat down at the front. It was strangely quiet considering nobody else was riding along with me.

"Do you like being a bus driver?" Guessing by the reaction of the middle-aged man, he was surprised.

"Yes, yes I do." he deeply spoke as he kept his grey eyes on the road.

"It's very relaxing." He added causing me to nod in agreement.

"So, what's your name?" I awkwardly laughed.

"Albert. My name sucks, I know." His groggily chuckle soon turned into coughing and my mindless hand went over the seat and gently patted his back.

Eyebrows furrowed, he looked at me in the the large mirror.

"Sorry, it's an instinct."

Why am I so weird? This guy is a forty- something year old bus driver with a questionably thick grey mustache and I just patted his back.

He could either be a innocent little old man or a pedophile who lures kids off the streets and onto his bus.

Maybe he's a hit man.

When I looked back at the mirror he sent me a warm smile and I hesitantly did the same.

Sighing, I removed the now melted icepack from my ankle -and you could imagine how long that would take considering I was taped up like a mummy.

"I think this is your stop." the man's voice spoke loudly as the bus screeched to a abrupt stop, causing me to almost topple over as I got up.

How the fuck did he know that?

"Thanks." Tossing the bag of water in the mini green trash can, I walked down the stairs anxiously.

"You know I never got your name." He suddenly spoke still facing to the road.

I turned completely in his direction and smiled nervously.

"Jasmine, my name is Jasmine."

"Jasmine?" he froze as he stared over at me. "Lovely name." turning back slowly he closed the doors quickly causing me to flinch as he drove off.

"Yikes," I mumbled to myself as I scratched my itchy head.

What a strange man.

After walking a few crooked steps down the sidewalk I ended up at the old white panel building I call home.

Going through the door I instantly felt upset.

My dad was standing up in the kitchen by the table starring at me with a fake smile plastered across his guilty face.

"How was school, did you make any new friends?" he spoke causing me to furrow my brow.

"What do you mean 'new friends', I never had any old friends."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"Okay dad." I told him as I struggled up the stairs and closing the door behind me.

I so tired off his constant mood swings.

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This has way too much dialogue for my liking, but I'm trying to make it like a movie I guess i dont know

not much Harry in this, oops

this story is horrible lol