The Bus

Another day gone. Another hell about to begin. The bus. The terror of terrors. Cautiously walking up the stairs, careful not to fall on your face, you find your unassigned assigned seat. Seat 3C. Your favorite. The bus begins to fill, and with that, the noise begins. Time to start your music--but wait, here he comes. The boy of your dreams, the one you've wanted to marry since 5th grade. Here he comes. Casually strolling into the bus, looking around for an empty seat. He likes the empty seats. You're alike that way. He looks around, you moved your textbook before he entered the vehicle so perhaps he would sit by your side and confess his love-- but no. He walks past and takes the empty seat behind yours. Maybe a conversation, you think to yourself, but as you remove one headphone, he puts in his matching one. No luck.

It's your stop, both of yours. You gracefully exit the bus, careful not to trip, and wait for the okay to cross the street. "This is it, he will walk me home and kiss me in the garden, this is the day I've been waiting for!" But no. As you look behind, he's already walking 50 feet away. You can't do anything now. So you cross the street. "I hate that damn bus" you say to yourself as you take the long way home.