I stepped onto the bus the second I got outside. I knew I had to sit alone, unsure if my brother is going to be on the bus today, not even sure if he was in school today. When I climb up the stairs of the big yellow bus I look around, searching for an empty seat. I see three.
One in the back of the bus: I can't sit there, my brother's friends sit there. I would risk being interrogated with questions like the time when I came in from the tree and they were there with out my knowledge. I almost slipped back outside before being knowledge myself, but I tripped on the doorway and fell foreword. My knees got all scraped up and I found myself with questions like, "Why are you a moron?" I thought your scars were from the neighborhood cats?" ECT. It kind of sucked... but ever since then... I have to be careful whenever I want to come inside and someone is home.
There was also a seat in the front of the bus: If I sat in the front, the bus driver would try talking to me every time we got to a stop and she was aloud to turn around. She would always examine the cuts and scars on my wrists and it made me very uncomfortable. I never like sitting there, especially now, with my bloody bandaged wrist and bruised self esteem.
Then... there was the seat in the middle: No one important sat in the middle, mostly just the quiet kids with their own small groups. They took up four seats for three people. A seat for each of them and then one in which they would pull their bags out of when it was their stop. I guess sitting their would be okay.
I slowly walk up to the seat, the bus jerking foreword and then coming to a halt right as I stumble into the seat. I nearly fall headfirst in and I bang my cut off of the side of the seat in front of me. I hear small chuckles around me, but try to ignore them and move to the inside of the cold leather seat. The footsteps of the person who made the bus driver stop shuffle foreword but I don't look up, no one important rides the bus. The feet go past the front of the bus, so it's either and upperclassmen or one of the groupie kids.
I ignore it and flip my hood up, rolling up the sleeves a little so it reveals the now open cut that is throbbing under the white and red bandage. I felt pressure on the seat right next to me and completely froze. "Someone.... is sitting.... with... me..." I thought to myself, in to much panic to look up at who it was. I sat stiff, yet almost doubled over as I pulled my sleeve down quickly and turned my head back to the window.
"Emit?" I heard a familiar voice say.
"No.... it can't be... A-Ally?" I thought to myself and turned a little so that I could see her. She looked perfect, her hair shining from the sunlight that came through the window and her eyes glowing. God I swear... comparing her eyes to anything else would be like comparing the night sky with and without stars. I stared into her eyes, completely frozen and my jaw dropped. My lips were at least a half inch apart from each other and I couldn't bring myself to bring them back together.
"This... what... how!" My mind was overflowing with thoughts, and comments about how amazing she looked. And here she was, sitting next to me, in my seat! "Emit?" She said again, her voice as soft as anything else I have ever heard. "it is Emit... right? Your the neighbor boy... tree boy?" She winked at me and I opened my mouth more to talk, but quickly shut it, to scared to say anything. Sucking in a gasp of breath all I can do is stare at her.
"still can't talk to me?" She asks in a whisper and I shake my head just a little bit, before putting my head down, looking down at my feet. I felt her finger under my chin as she picked my head up. I looked away with my eyes, not able to move my head as she held it. "Say something to me," She said right before the bus irked to a stop. I looked at her, grabbed my bag and jumped over her lap. "B-Bye" I say quickly and run through the isle, hearing her fast footsteps behind me.
I only got a couple of steps to my house before her hand was on my book bag and the tugged it so I would come closer. "Emit!" she yelled as the contents of my bag fell to the ground. She gasped, her light brown eyes getting big and her face turning red. "I am so sorry" She said and leaned down to help me pick it all up. "Stop!" I pushed on her shoulder a little to make her stop and picked up all that I could in my arms and shoved it into my bag as I ran away. I ran into the front door of my house and slammed it shut before running up to my room, not even checking the lost of chores or if my dad or brother was home.
...............................................................................................A FEW HOURS LATER..............................................................................................................................
I took a nap right when I went home, I thought... maybe if I fell asleep I would forget about it... I didn't. The only thing that was playing through my head was... Ally Schon, the girl of my dreams, talked to me! She actually sat down next to me and talked to me! I will never forget the sweet look in her eyes or the softness of her hands when she made me look at her. OH MY GOD! She actually wanted me to look at her. I squealed happily to myself, smiling really big and grabbing my bag. I started digging through it, looking for my journal so I could write about her for my English class.
I think it took about five minutes of looking to realize it wasn't in there, then I remembered when I dropped everything. "Shit" I mumbled to myself and threw my head backwards. "She's gonna see it," I kept saying out loud to myself. "She's gonna see the poems and the pictures and the writings! She's going to know how I feel about her"
I slowly crawled out of the attic, slamming the door shut and moping down the stairs. I looked around for a note of chores, but there was nothing except a sticky note on the fridge that said: Be back Monday, your brother and I will see you when we get back. No one in the house, and don't even dare talking to the neighbor girl, she's to good for you. I knew it was true, she is to good for me. I let my head fall and walked to the backdoor.
The sun was shining behind clouds so black I thought that I fell asleep so long that it was night. I guess I only slept about two. Brushing my hair out of my hair I walked over to the birdhouse, still slumping over and hazed. I grabbed nothing out of it except for the blade and climbed into the leaves. I sat in a small little bundle of vines and branches and pressed it into the arm that didn't have a gaping gash in it and pushed so hard that it made a dent just when I let go of it. I slid it across my arm, letting out a whimper and a cry before I heard a soothing voice below the tree.
"Emit?" She said softly, as a drop of blood fell down, past the branches and onto the girls shoe. It was her... oh god.
