The rain finally decides to grace me with its presence. I guess that's what I get for staring at the bus for so long. This is the most exciting day of my life! And the bus is amazing. It has neon yellow windows that are so bright they are blinding, An intricate design of actual pink flowers on the side of a blue-green door. This is quite possibly the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I suddenly feel the rain and break out of my reverie, realise where I am and notice a head in one of the windows. The windows seem situated really high, but then again I haven't really seen a bus that often. I wonder who that mop of dark brown hair would belong to.
"Bye mum, dad, Alisa!" I yell toward the house. I run back a few steps to retrieve my bags and an angry looking man gets out, shaking his head. Despite the heavy rain, he seems to be really warm in his dark red suit, with floral designs riding up his arms. "Hurry up girl, its boiling out here!" Geez, I think, what a whinger. I shiver and hand my bags to the man, without looking in his cold unforgiving eyes. He jerks his thumb toward the bus and I attempt to get up the steps. They're about 2 feet off the ground! How am I meant to get in?
I try putting my hands on the step, then hoisting myself up, but my hands slip and I fall to the ground with a thump. Is this some kind of a joke? A hand slips in front of my face and I look up. My heart stops in my chest. Now I think I'm dreaming, first a flying bus, now the most incredible boy helping me into the flying bus. I never want to wake up from this amazing dream.
