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evelyn's point of view.
It was still dark out, but it was surely morning. I can hear the drum of rain against my window. I felt hungry, but the feeling would go as fast as it would come. At this time of day my neurones don't fire too well; so it has pretty much has the same effect as half a bottle of whiskey. I can't stand breakfast either. I'm going to regret that by the time the sun is up, and i'm in like 3rd period.
I never wore anything special to school. I mean why would I? I have major body insecurities. Not that i'm overweight or too skinny, I just never was comfortable wearing anything bold. Plus, I never want to stick out. So I just threw on and old striped oversized shirt, and a pair of ripped jeans, with my black and white vans.
Im preparing for yet another day of pure torture and hell. I know it sounds like i'm over-exaggerating but school sucks. And most of the stuff is way too easy for me. I fling my bag around my shoulder and pick up my inhaler from the counter, stuffing it in my back pocket in a hurry.
It wasn't long till I made my way into the bus, thanking my lucky stars that I didn't have to wait for it to arrive, I just walked onto the bus sitting in the back. Which was the only seat that was open, with no one in it. I quickly sat down, hearing a cracking sound. I gasped loud and took my inhaler out of my pocket. I started tearing up and tapping my foot impatiently, while I held the broken pieces in my hand.
"Damn what's wrong whitchu, mama?" Someone snaps me out of my trance and I quickly wiped my eyes looking up. It was some dude, obviously trynna sit in my seat. But I didn't complain because it was the only seat available at the moment. He had tattoos everywhere, I love tattoos so I didn't and won't ever complain. I just looked out the window ignoring his remark. He sat down, taking a small binder, placing it on his lap.
"Oh. I see. You're mute." He says again, taking out a small baggy with weed in it. I inwardly rolled my eyes. Seriously, on the bus?
He starts picking the weed apart with his two fingers, placing it on the binder.
The smell engulfed my nostrils quickly. I put my shirt over my nose.
"Now imma ask you again." He begins. "What's yo deal?"
"The fuck is your deal, rolling up on the bus?" I say blatantly.
"Ah. There you go." He smiles small. I'm not amused.
"Any who. I mean shit. This shit calms me down. I have major anxiety." He shrugs his shoulders. Quickly after the bus hits a bump and some of his weed went scattering on the floor. He hissed and put the rest of his weed in the baggy, stuffing it in his pocket.
