"That" girl

Chapter 2

As the yellow Torture-mobile pulled up, I took out my earbuds and stuffed them, along with my phone, into my hoodie pocket.

"Ready for another day?" asks the bus driver. I smile politely and begin my walk of embarrassment, and as soon as I get a glimpse of the monsters called students, the smile is wiped off my face.

Their eyes follow me as I walk to the middle of the bus. They mutter a strange combination of swears and insults. Or at least what passes as insults considering they're too ignorant to actually think of good ones.

School only started two weeks ago and I'm already sick and tired of everyone.

I sit in the seat I call mine and pull out a book, loosing myself in the words. That's the thing about books; they demand to be read.

I lose myself in the story for the fifteen minute ride, trying to block out the "insults" as I focus on my reading.

Their words don't really bother me anymore. It's just that it makes it a little harder to immerse myself in my novel.

And then we reach school.