Chapter One
~The Bus Ride ~
After getting dressed one morning, I rushed down stairs, to get to school. First day back out, new year, new beginning, new friends! I could smell the toast as I passed down the hall, to get to the kitchen, I could imagine the butter melting on the hot crunchy bread. I took a bite and gulped down my orange juice, with excitement. "Slow down kiddo, you'll choke!" Mom exclaimed. "No time to waste mom, first day, can't be late" I implied.
I then rushed outside to the school bus, told the bus driver "good morning" and sat down. Taking a seat at the window on my right, there wasn't much people on the bus yet, but I sat with my friend. I couldn't help not notice this one girl, with a book so close to her face. She had copper, wavy hair. Freckles on her nose bridge, and cheeks. Her eyes were emerald green, so focused on the book she studied. The book she held was so antique, it was a very dark shade of brown, and the pages were off coloured, it was dusty, there was even book worm bites in it. It was a really old book! The print was so fine, no wonder she had been squinting. She just seemed too close, as if she had lose her glasses.
I then rushed outside to the school bus, told the bus driver "good morning" and sat down. Taking a seat at the window on my right, there wasn't much people on the bus yet, but I sat with my friend. I couldn't help not notice this one girl, with a book so close to her face. She had copper, wavy hair. Freckles on her nose bridge, and cheeks. Her eyes were emerald green, so focused on the book she studied. The book she held was so antique, it was a very dark shade of brown, and the pages were off coloured, it was dusty, there was even book worm bites in it. It was a really old book! The print was so fine, no wonder she had been squinting. She just seemed too close, as if she had lose her glasses.
Within the time I focused on her, more people entered the bus. She could feel my stare, but I tried not to stare too creepy. She was about to turn to me, is she going to ask why am I looking at her? I hope not. I turn away before she looks directly at me. From the corner of my eye, I can see a little smirk on her face. "What are you smiling at ginger?" Out bursts a voice from the back.. Victoria barged up and approached so loud, and mean. Victoria was a blond, with blue eyes, she wore a lot of mascara, and she was the head cheerleader. Her family had a lot of wealth, but she chose to take the bus, because her chauffeur couldn't carry all of her friends. She had the best clothes, best life, and she was perfect. Or so she thought.
She then snatched the book out of the hands on the quiet girl sitting on the opposite side of me "what ya got there?" she asked. The book already had some age and about 500-700 pages. The tugging of the book out of her hands caused all the pages to fall out. We had then arrived at school, everyone then walked out, my friends too and I got on my knees and helped her picking up each sheet of paper. Gathering them, I told the bus driver to wait a second. I gave all the pages to her, and quickly read the book she held, titled "The Beautiful Disaster". "Hurry up, and get the hell outta my bus!" The bus driver yelled. He woke up on the wrong side of his bed...
Walking beside her out the bus, I introduced myself "I'm Jay, by the way.." putting out my hand to shake, she simply said in a low voice "Thank you, Jay" and kept walking.
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