Note- This story is still a work in progress and pretty roughly drawn out. So please cut it some slack for I have not yet got it's groove figured out yet. But, if you think I should continue it, please let me know. The concepts I have thought up seem like they would be fun and interesting. Just let me know and I will definitely create more for those of you who would like to see more. Thank you for reading :) -Live_To_Dance
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"No, mom. I'm not getting on that damn bus." I flung my head around, securing myself inside our small, ancient mustang. The black interior had faded and I was about ready to lock myself in.
"Look, young lady. I paid for you to go, so you are going to go. I know I made a mistake and didn't know what kind of school it was before I signed the paper work, but it's final. You're going. It's just a year, you'll be fine. You'll-"
"Are you serious?" I folded my arms, locking them against my chest so hard that I could hardly breath. I was enraged and almost excited... But mostly enraged. Mom rolled her eyes and tossed her hand in her faded-blonde hair.
"I know it's not for girls, but they can't give me my money back. So, you're going to go." Her words slurred in my ears and before I could prepare myself, she was literally dragging my sorry-ass to the bus.
It was a sight, really. All the boys sitting on the bus pushed their windows down and started hollering. They cat-called at me, laughed. Some just rolled their eyes and then went back to their comic books.
My mother looked at me like she was nervous about what might happen later. I reassured her, and we said our brief goodbyes. We agreed to talk everyday, once or maybe twice. Then, we stood and silence. Everything was silent for a split second... And then I walked onto the bus.
Oh, God, no.
That bus was an abyss of trash, comics, GameBoys, and body fluids. It smelt of utter shit and old socks. Some boys took off their shirts as I walked past their isle, like they had abs to show off and flaunt.
It felt like an out-of-body experience. Somehow, it was supposed to be me that was going to end up at an all-boys school. A boarding school, at that. I didn't even know if there were woman as teachers, at all. No one to talk to... Just boys.
But, It was almost impossible to talk to someone of the male persuasion. Why? Well, because every time you open your mouth and talk, or even ask a question, it's like you hit a brick wall. They say something like "ok" or just "I don't know." It was exhausting, so I just gave up long ago.
The bus was crowded and they only made one spot free. For most of the boys, I was either the center of attention for the moment, or transparent, invisible.
I didn't have a single clue why they looked at me the way they did.
I was short. A little bit bigger then normal, but not by much. I had about half of an ass and decently-sized boobs, but nothing out-of-the-ordinary. If anything, average.
There were two completely free benches at the back, fully equipped with heaters and a little more space then the others. There was a small possibility that I could fall asleep, pillow against the glass. If I could drown out the noise, maybe I could.
