*Time skip to 9 months later*
Great, we had to move again...
At least this time i know where we are.
There i sat at the bus stop waiting for the bus as i quietly mumble to myself "first day and the bus is already 20 minutes late". I sit patently for the bus, getting ready to just walk to school, seeing more students awaiting the bus just as it turns around the corner and stops directly in front of me. "You're all supposed to be on 33 right?" the bus driver says in a low monotone voice. I simple retort iritatedly as i walk on the bus "yes, you're late"
*Time skip to when i arrive at school*
The first day went normal i guess, same bullshit teachers and same arrogant pricks I'm supposed to call students, colleagues, and "friends". I just walked threw the day hidden like I usually do nothing special.
I continue this same cruel schedule everyday, questioning my will/reason to live. That is until one day, i sat in my normal spot on the bus, away from everyone else, and this dirty blonde boy that I've never seen before sits in the seat in front of me.
I noticed that he had on a thick white jacket with black accents with the hood pulled up...unusual for a normal person at this time of year since it's bearly under 100°F. I looked at the window seeing his refection and I'd have to admit, he was pretty attractive beyond his quiet, mysterious demeanor. I look away and redirect my eyes to my own window but find myself looking back at his, admiring his features. That is until the bus hit a huge pot-hole and stopping suddenly, sending many people flying into the seat in front of them or surrounding peers.
As this occurece happened i heard a loud thud in the seat in front of mine, no longer seeing the boy's white hood. I take a glance around the side of the seat to see if he was ok. Upon turning the corner of the seat i speak in a soft tone chuckling a bit as i do so to lighten the mood "hey, you down?". He just stares at me with a frightened look on his face. I raise an eyebrow at the fact and look around him to see as to why and i notice his hood is down revealing beautiful brown wolf ears. I smile and move my bag and myself to his seat, smiling wide. "I'm hideous, i know." he exclaimed pulling his hood back up. I just smile a bit more "no your not, and here's why." i state, bending down a bit and pulling off my hat so only he would see, showing off my golden fox ears.
"I'm Rox by the way" i say pulling my hat back on. "Damien"
YOU ARE READING
Breaking Point
FantasyIn a small town west of Chicago a young kitsune by the name of Rox ( Roxy) is bullied as she tries to find an escape from her harassers Finally when given the opportunity everything goes wrong....or does it?