Bus 298 ...On Hold...

Bus 298 ...On Hold...

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Dec 11, 2014
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Bus 298 is known to be the lonely bus, no one really takes it. But a girl, named Jayde, every morning gets on at the deserted bus stop every day at eight in the morning. She walks a few blocks down a hill just to find the deserted bus stop with a timber wood chair with corroded steel armrests; she likes the wooden chair because she sees all the faint black marker writing and engraved writing that was writ on the timber. The writing was all sorts of things to dirty words, lovers' names and amazing engraved drawings of birds and flowers. Her mother would tell her to take bus 299 and Jayde would lie about taking bus 299, Jayde hated taking bus 299. She hated the people on that bus that would take the same bus to her school, she hated how they would gossip about other people, she hated how it was always crowded and most of all because he was there. ...Currently on hold because I'm focusing on Is This Love... sorry! xx
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