"Jeorge! Come on, the bus is here!" my younger brother shouted.
"Coming!" I shouted back. And then get my bag pack that is on my bed and the polo that hangs at the back of my door. I really don't want to go to school, my lazy nerves are attacking my other nerves .... again
Just before I open the door of my room, I breathe deeply, sighed and said to myself ...
"It's your last day Jeorge ... last day."
Then I open the door and run down the stairs, I get my notebook and ipod. I kiss Mom, get out of the house, then into the school bus.
I sit on one of the vacant seat that is 3 rows away from the drivers seat.
It's the last day of class cause it's already vacation time. That feelin' when you get rotten again, staying at home doin' nothing coz you can't go out because of the sun that will toast you. Ya, I've been feelin' that for so many years.
I'm Jeorge Sanford, 16. High school student from Philderia High. Oldest child, unfortunately. I have a Younger-Errent-Clumpsy-RedHead brother, Matt Sanford. He's 15. We go to the same school. And I also have a gorgeous little sister Princess, she's 5. I'm leaving with my Mom, Max and Princess since Mom and Dad separated. It was the best and at the same time worst day of our lives. That beautiful sunny day was the day Princess was born and also the day that Dad left us and never come back again. I never knew the reason why he left us, when ever Max tries to ask Mom she never answer. Maybe she don't know the reason or maybe she knows but never wanted to talk about it. I don't know. I don't want to know the reason anyway and besides we're happy of what we are right now.
"Miss?" I look at the boy who's standing in the aisle of the bus. How long is he been standing there? I didn't notice him, oh well cause I'm so busy flashing back things.
"What?" I asked him.
"Can I sit here?" he asked.
"Ya, what ever." I answered him. (You're kinda rude) I know. He looks new, I've never seen him before. I've been riding this school bus since 7th grade and I'm pretty sure I haven't seen him before.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked me, oh God! I've been staring at him for the past few minutes. I sit back, properly facing the back of the seat infront of me.
"Nothing." I answered, with a bit high tone of voice.
"Okay?" he answered.
I plug my earphone in to my ipod and play the song Misguided Ghost by Paramore. I get my notebook and start sketching and writing song lyrics on the side
"I'm goin' away for a while, I'll be back don't try to follow me ..." I sing in a low tone of voice but still my voice sounds good.
"Coz I'll return as soon as possible, see I'm trying to find my place but it might not be here where I feel safe." I look at the boy, seating beside me, who just sing ... the I pull out the earphone from my ear.
"Oh, did I interupt you?" he asked.
I just raise my left eyebrow.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to. I just can't help to sing along. That's one of my favorite song, that's why I can't ....." I didn't let him finish, I interupt him and said.
"I don't care." Then put back the earphone to my ear and focus on my sketching.
It really irritates me when people that I don't even know are trying to talk to me, I don't know why. But I really don't want to listen to what they will say. Why? Cause I'm not interested.
