Emotional Change

Chapter 3

"Last chance to get on bus 5!" said the driver. 

I ran that whole way and just made it in time so that he didn't slam the door on my face. There were few seats left, but I managed to find one in the back. In front of me, there was a blonde guy in his early 20's with his earphones plugged in. Having a bad day I suspect, because he was wearing his best poker face.  To the right, I saw a Spanish mother with dark hair and deep wrinkles. She seemed to be yelling at her daughter. Her daughter looked my way and kept rolling her eyes. She clearly wasn't listening. She grabbed me with her well structured face and dirty blonde hair. She was definitely the opposite of her mother. Behind me, I saw an elderly lady looking at a picture that could have been her son. He was wearing a military uniform and he was quite handsome. I think he may be deceased though because she had that sort of weak smile and chuckle like she was remembering all the good times they had. I think my mother and her could have had a good conversation. My mother too, lost my brother, Michael. he was in the army a couple years ago and he died fighting in Afghanistan. Me and mom would have done anything to bring him back.

"Next stop Springer's Pond!" the driver announced. 

Good. Just where I need to be. 

I looked out through the window and saw the familiar maple trees. They still looked the same from my last trip. 

"Springer's Pond!"

I got up and left the bus. When the bus was far out of sight, I walked up towards the pond. I sat down on the green grass and peered through the water. Dozens of koi fish were just swimming without a care in the world. I envied them. Below the koi, there was the thick mud and sharp, pointy rocks. Springer's Pond wasn't the nicest pond, but it was my favorite pond. Because behind the pond there's a cemetery where my brother rests in peace.