I gaze over the bus routes looking at which ones are longest. I want to get as far as I can, as fast as I can, for the littlest money possible. The one I chose to take, will take me a little farther than Longview. The next bus comes at 9:40pm. With about a 20 minutes to spare, and me just realizing my stomach has started to growl, sat down at the bus stop, and grab two more of my granola bars out of my backpack and eat them as I wait. A smile suddenly finds its way onto my face, as I remember the boy with dark curly hair, and green eyes. I quickly push the thought out of my mind considering, no matter how much I wanted to, I would never see him again. I get slightly sad at the thought of never seeing his smile again... but forget about it and continue eating my granola bar.
About a half hour goes by, and I start to get a little worried as I check my clock once again, it is now 9:53pm and the bus still is not here. My dad gets off work at 4:30am. I hope I am far away from here by then.
After about a hundred times of checking my phone for the time in a time span of 15 minutes, the big blue bus pulls up to the stop. I pull the baggie of money out of my backpack, change jangling, and hand the bus driver $2.50 in quarters. I jump a little as the door closes behind me, making a whooshing sound and a soft thud. I smile at strangers that give me weird looks as I walk down the isle of the bus looking for a open seat. I sit in a seat almost in the very back. And let out a sigh of relief as we pull away from my street, my apartment, and my father.
I close my eyes a feel a slight sense of peace for once. A feeling I haven't felt in a long, long time.
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terrifying, beautiful, wonderful wanderlust.
AventureCarter. 17. Full of wanderlust. that's me and I need to leave this place. and I will do anything to do it. and guess what! I'm well prepared! ...kinda