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bus ride

Hi I'm back and uh 👉👈 thanks for the support y'all this fic is probably ending soon bc I'm running out of ideas and my attention span is super short but thank you for staying with me to this point!!

The next few weeks were a blur of wake up, school, discord, worry, sleep, repeat. I was constantly jittering with a combination of anxiety and excitement. I was always shifting from "it's a wonderful idea! He'll be free!" To "it's a horrible idea, I'll get arrested!" I hadn't realised the final month had passed until my teacher mentioned us going on the trip in class.

My heart sped up like I was running a marathon. I came home that day and my mom asked me if I was packed for the trip yet. I said no and went to my room to stare at my clothing.

I put in normal things, normal shirts, normal pants, normal shoes, normal socks. I neatly folded that and put it in my suitcase. Then I set aside my secret supplies.

Black shirt, camo pants, black jacket. Black beanie and mask. Lucky socks, because by God I would need them. Pocket knife. Lighter. Extendable baton. Black sunglasses. I made a mental note to get rope from my dad's side of the garage. I then wrote a list of food to pack to give my mother so she could buy it for me.

I slid my bundle of black clothing beneath my bed. I stuffed a pack of COVID masks in my suitcase and told my mom yes, I packed.

"Don't you think it's a little crazy they haven't cancelled the trip when there's supposed to be some riot happening at the White House?" She asked, not looking up from the TV. I froze. "Kinda. We're supposed to be inside and safe at the hotel when it happens though." I said, defending my school. "I sure hope so." She responded, then sipped her tea loudly, signaling the conversation was over.

I couldn't have been more grateful.

. . .

The final week was an anxious, jittery mess for me. While my classmates were buzzing with excitement, I was shaky with anxiety. I was biting my nails and tapping my feet and playing with my hair and sometimes breaking down crying in bathroom stalls. I was so unready for this it was unbelievable.

But I still grabbed my suitcase, my phone, and headphones on that Friday. Twitter was going nuts and the news was reporting a suspicious amount of people commuting to DC. This was what I had started. Me. A kid. In middle school. I still couldn't believe it.

I climbed on the special "trip bus" The school had rented for today and next Monday and sat in a seat in the very back, away from others. Then people started coming towards me and I realized I made an irreversible mistake.

I did actually loosen up and laugh at the antics my classmates pulled, though. Some kid took a dump in the bus toilet, which we'd weren't supposed to do, and then it malfunctioned and started flinging his shit everywhere, and then when someone knocked the door down to see of he was okay after screaming his head off, we found him crying, half naked, covered in shit, hiding beneath a shelf he ripped off the wall. (A/N this totally and completely never happened on one of my field trips)

I ended spending the majority of the five hour journey (which turned out to be almost six hours because, with a broken toilet, we had to make bathroom stops) just listening to music and spacing out. I wondered what Barron liked to listen to. The Lumineers? Fall out boy? Panic! At The Disco? Hopefully something good.

And just like that, watching idiots be idiots and listening to music calmed me down immensely. Halfway through the journey I was only looking forward to vandalising racist statues with my classmates the night before we raided the White House and proving to my friend that no, she was not, in fact, Barron's bestie. (And possibly girlfriend but we kind of avoided that topic)

Before I knew it, the teachers were yelling instructions through the bus intercom about getting off and into the hotel and then I was standing in a crowd of students, holding a suitcase and my phone with my headphones around my neck.

The teachers went to the front desk and came out with a big plastic bag full of smaller plastic bags that had room key cards in them. My science teacher, one of the only two male teachers in the school, shouted very loudly, "WHEN WE CALL YOUR GROUP NUMBER, COME AND GET YOUR KEY! DO NOT LOSE YOUR KEY, YOUR PARENTS WILL HAVE TO PAY THE HOTEL EXTRA!"

My blood ran cold when I remembered I was in a group of girls, and not only that, my attention hog friend was in it. Number 27 was eventually called and I forced myself through the crowd of idiotic people I called classmates, and grabbed my card. My friend winked very obviously at me and I rolled my eyes. The other girl, thankfully oblivious, lead us up to our room that we would be sharing. In it there were two twin beds and a sofa bed.

I offered to take the sofa bed, and thankfully my new room mates agreed. They unpacked in the room with the twin beds while I stared out the big window by my "bed". I could see the White House. I grinned, knowing my classmates would watch it burn tomorrow. I quickly stood up and pretended to be going through my bag as I heard my friend and the other girl walk back into the main room. The other girl, I think her name was Kayla, said, "The teachers said to go back to the lobby so we could get dinner when we're done." I shrugged and shoved my phone in my pocket, following them to the elevator.

In the elevator was a group of boys laughing at something on someone's phone. My friend walked over and asked, "what're you laughing at?" One of them responded, "Trump just got roasted by the girl who exposes him for being a dick a month ago." I held back a laugh, remembering roasting the shit out of our president on the bus this morning.

The ride down was pretty normal, and we waited in the lobby for some time. Eventually the teachers started leading us out the doors in lines and as we turned a corner I noticed a dark car driving down the road.

Then it turned and I saw my best friend staring out the window.

Sorry this took forever!!!
I had a lot of problems with my family, stress, moving, and other stuff :(( I should be cranking out updates fairly regularly again!