I used to think I was special

Untitled Part 2

A loud grumble of heavy tires against the roads pavement was incoming from my left, the sound of the city bus coming towards me. All I can do is hope that it doesn't pass over again, as it had the time before. But that'd would give me the excuse to get out of the job I had that was going nowhere, the dull existence of it all. Being fired is the only escape, because I need the money too much to leave on my own. Maybe if I get fired, I can run off and live on park benches. Jump from bench to bench, each day getting further from this gloomy part of my life. 
The screeching sound of the tires come to a halt in front of me, the bus had stopped and four people step out as I step on.