The next day on the bus I felt empty yet furious. How could grandma have died? Why wasn't that explained to me? Could I have saved Tilly? Did she have any hope of did I do something wrong? All these questions churns round my head like blood through my veins. Then as I daydreams trying to answer these questions the bus came to a sudden halt. I looked up to realise it was Kyla's stop. As she walked past me all my anger came out and I slipped my foot out tripping her up. I could see the embarrassment overtake her face. Her cheeks blushed red and her body tried to curl away into itself. I felt kind of bad but I needed a way to let out all the pent up frustration and anger. Kyla just got the bad end of my bad day.I
For the rest of the bus ride lots of people glared at me. Their eyes pierced through me like bullets. If looks could kill God knows what I'd be like now. I tried to some out but it was almost impossible. I started to try and think about the art class I had that day. I also had biology, english, sociology, maths and german. It was a pretty crap day but I couldn't just stay home. I wished I could.
As I day dreamed about school someone tapped on my shoulder and made me jump. It was the bus driver. We were at school
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