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Racing the bus driver
3 ReviewsMorning rushes and bus introductions
7:55 big bold red angry letters read on the ceiling of my room stupid clock why didn't you wake me up so I could get ready? Well at least I can have a race With the bus to see who will get to the stop first. Quickly I speed around my room picking up my old black skinny jeans and navy blue school jumper throwing them onto my small frame, god I hate uniform but the school hates my uniform even more.I run out of my room falling straight down my cream stairs and land in a heap on my shoes and misfits messenger bag. I should remember that they are that close to my bedroom.
"Frank? Is that you" my mum calls at me. Run. It's not like my mum beats me or she's a alchohlic or anything I just don't want to see her but thats a hard thing to do living in the same house as her. I grab my bag and shoes and just run straight out the door. Away. Great, 30 seconds and my bus will be pulling of, I just sprint down the cobble stone road in my socks, battering my small feet as I run the long road past the old church and big open fields, rounding the corner I see my bus reving at me eager to get going, I slow down and walk the rest of the way to the door of the beige bus faced with a angry bus driver,
"get your ass on the bus, i won't wait next time" he spits, red faced.
Urgh no lonely seats, perfect. I have to share with someone which either means a homophobe year 11, a plastic year 10, or a wanna-be year 9, or maybe not.
"can I sit here?" I ask a boy with raven black hair, why have I never noticed this boy before?
"um... Yeah sure" he speaks quietly with his eyes fixed on the view outside the now moving bus as I sit down.
5 minuets into the journey I feel the pale Boys gaze lock into the side of my face burning a hole into my cheek with the tension, what does he want?
"your soul is worth saving"
"w..what?" he digs into his black bag dusted from the dirt on the peeling plastic floor, a little black battered book appears in his hand, my little black battered book.
sorry it's still not to long but I wanted to update today as the reviews are making me really happy :) thanks for all the great reviews I'll make the chapters longer soon
"Frank? Is that you" my mum calls at me. Run. It's not like my mum beats me or she's a alchohlic or anything I just don't want to see her but thats a hard thing to do living in the same house as her. I grab my bag and shoes and just run straight out the door. Away. Great, 30 seconds and my bus will be pulling of, I just sprint down the cobble stone road in my socks, battering my small feet as I run the long road past the old church and big open fields, rounding the corner I see my bus reving at me eager to get going, I slow down and walk the rest of the way to the door of the beige bus faced with a angry bus driver,
"get your ass on the bus, i won't wait next time" he spits, red faced.
Urgh no lonely seats, perfect. I have to share with someone which either means a homophobe year 11, a plastic year 10, or a wanna-be year 9, or maybe not.
"can I sit here?" I ask a boy with raven black hair, why have I never noticed this boy before?
"um... Yeah sure" he speaks quietly with his eyes fixed on the view outside the now moving bus as I sit down.
5 minuets into the journey I feel the pale Boys gaze lock into the side of my face burning a hole into my cheek with the tension, what does he want?
"your soul is worth saving"
"w..what?" he digs into his black bag dusted from the dirt on the peeling plastic floor, a little black battered book appears in his hand, my little black battered book.
sorry it's still not to long but I wanted to update today as the reviews are making me really happy :) thanks for all the great reviews I'll make the chapters longer soon
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