The Boy at the Bus Stop

He stood there, in the rain, looking past the bus, as if looking for another kingdom to come. is raven black hair plastered to his forehead, as water droplets slowly cascaded down his body. I watched him step onto the crowded bus, and his eyes scanned the crowd, landing on me. He walked towards me and stopped a few feet away. "Is this seat taken?" He had a deep voice, that was the first thing I noticed. I sat there, staring at him like he had killed my beloved cat. The sight of him waving his hand in front of my face snapped me back to reality. "No, but some-" I tried to continue, but his voice cut me off. A devious grin caused his face to snarl up as he replied, "Good," before he took his seat beside me.

My name is Anastasia Greene, and this is my story about the boy at the bus stop, who meant so much more to me, than I thought he would.