Excitement

six

"He's popular and I'm not, Albert." I shrugged eating a bite from my bacon cheese burger that he gave me.

They they put pickles on it and he absolutely despises them for some odd reason, so I got free food.

"That doesn't change the fact that you were made for eachother." He teased with a huge grin on his face before the bus screeched to a stop.

'Made for eachother', I don't think so.

"I don't like him, and besides I already told you, he is with Kaitlyn."

"Kaitlyn sounds like trash, and it's never going to work."

"Ooh, look at you being all snappy," I chuckled.

The people on the bus were staring at me, but I didn't care. I'm friends with a forty-eight year old man and I'm proud.

I could imagine myself being in one of those crappy videos that they show you in school about 'stranger danger' just so they can scare you away from the real world.

Except, Albert isn't like those greasy smelly big guys that would pull out a fake gun and pin you to a wall with a useless toothpick hanging off the side of his mouth, Albert is cool -in an old people way-, funny, down to earth, and even let me have free bus rides until my leg gets better.

Those cool blue eyes and his cool swirly grey hair.

I bet if you looked cool up in the dictionary it would show a picture of him sitting on a cube of ice with shades on.

Because he's just that cool.

I'm not saying to hit up a random bus driver, I'm simply suggesting that some strangers aren't as bad as people make them out to be.

So if you get snatched up, don't blame me.

"Gosh, teenagers." He sighed as the bus came to another stop.

"Yeah, those pesky whipper snappers."

"Have fun at school." he laughed giving me a salute.

"Oh, I will." sarcastically I spoke as I returned his gesture, getting off the bus and walking down the sidewalk.

School has been going great these past few days, but I can sense something is up.

People are randomly talking to me, and it makes me feel pleasantly surprised but agitated at the same time, because nobody bothered to talk to me before I told off mommy's little princes and now all of a sudden everyone can see me.

It's not like I was physically invisible or anything, I was always here, but nobody seemed to care, and now i'm the most popular person in school.

Ironic, isn't it?

Munching on my garlic bread I sighed out of boredom, watching Kaitlyn and Harry laugh as they sat next to each other.

"Did you hear about granny Pamela?" A girl at the table next to mine spoke making me listen out of curiosity, hearing the familiar name.

"Yeah, I heard that some guy in a gang shot her as some part of an initiation."

Suddenly, I felt as if I was punched directly in the chest, my eyes started to water a my breathing starting to come out in short pants.

I got up from my table abruptly, and rushed out of the loud cafeteria, heading quickly into the girls bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet seat in the third stall I started to sob, not caring if anyone in the neighboring stalls heard me.

Tears fell from eyes as I remembered the sweet old lady who treated me as if I was her own. She was like a mother to me, teaching me about life, giving me baking lessons, and just always being there for me when I needed her.

I then started to feel angry with myself for not speaking with her recently, ever since the incident two years ago I blocked everyone out and I slowly started to loose all of my friends- including Pamela.

Why am I such an idiot.

I fisted my hair in my sweaty palms with my eyes clamped tightly shut as I tried not to scream at myself aloud.

Idiot idiot idiot.