Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I have to go to school early. Which means getting up at seven a.m., spending five minutes getting ready and then catching the bus while it’s still dark and getting to school always on time.
On those days, when the sun has not yet risen and when it seems to be a lot colder than it is on other days, I see the girl get on the bus. I know where she lives because she gets on after me.
She is rather plain looking, with rather thick set features. A large nose, a crooked-shaped mouth, and lashes that you can barely see. She’s a raven in a world of colour.
I think she is eighteen years old, a difficult age. A time when you’re so sad you’re a teenager but in many ways, you’re still a child.
In some ways, at this age, not really a child anymore but not really an adult yet either, you are at your weakest. It’s like a dream and you don’t know you’re
dreaming until you wake up. It’s such a tainted period and it lasts such a long time.
I try and avoid this girl every other weekday. She always sits directly in front of me so that she can see me, through the veil of her lashes. I find it kinda creepy the way she stares at me as I speak to my friends, she evens looks at me while I adjust my glasses on my nose.
I sit in the middle, one of my friends, sits on my right, the other, sits on my left….protection. We pull out our homework and compare notes. All the while I notice her staring at me, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and am almost physically sick with fear. I look down and notice that she has wet herself and a yellow puddle of water gently sloshes about her boots….she doesn’t seemed to care and seems now to be staring intensely into the urine. My mother told about people like this, but to meet one in person……ewwwww.
We chat away and I consciously try and avoid eye contact with her, my God she’s creepy…..I nudge my friends to stare her out and try and make her switch seats. The bus jerks and my pencil drops to the floor. I bend down, and have to reach toward her Oh my God Oh my God….is all I can think, what if she tries touching my hand ewwwww…
We chat about hair and I notice her staring again at my pins! Of all things…..boy she needs to get a life, my friends nudge me and tell me she’s smiling!!! Oh my God I think….what now
The bus pulls to a stop near the train station and then I hurriedly pull on my gloves and slip my earmuffs over my head.
The door opens and people stream out of the bus. The bus was packed before but suddenly, it’s empty. She’s left by herself, I cast a glance over my shoulder and catch her staring intently into the yellow stained puddle on the floor, boy that’s it I’m getting a lift with mum from now on.
[This message has been edited by Thap (edited January 25, 2002).]