Morning rushes and bus introductions
"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