I always hate going to school in the morning.
It's not so much that I dislike school, which I do, but the way I get to school I dislike even more.
I ride a bus.
I've always rode the bus, even back in elementary school, I rode the bus.
And I hate it.
I hate waking up early and rushing to get ready just to stand in the freezing cold, just waiting for that big, yellow storage compartment on wheels.
It's truly bothersome.
But moreso than I hate this morning ritual, I hate being alone.
Just the idea of being alone terrifies me.
But my brother every morning, with naught but a nod of his head, leaves me alone at the bus stop to go to his friend's house.
And the minute he does, I'm scared. Terrified.
Everyone always says I'm pedobait and that if I'm not careful, I'm going to be kidnapped.
I know they're joking when they say that, but it doesn't stop me from gasping whenever I hear a car pass by.
I also hate just standing there, for minutes that seems like hours, hours that seem like months, months that seem like years.
Just standing there, on my own.
Oddly enough, I feel as though from somewhere, someone is watching me.
Observing me pace up and down the sidewalk.
Observing me jump whenever a twig snaps or a car passes by.
Observing me do anything and everything, all but unbeknownst to me what's going on.
And I am terrified.
But there's nothing I can do against someone watching me from afar.
Right now, this mystery, imaginary person is watching me do- What was it coach called it? Cateroys?
I hear footsteps behind me and jump.
I forgot that one other person goes to this bus stop.
Once she appeared, the imaginary-stalker vanished.
He won't get me today, it seems.
But I still feel uneasy, even with this one other person.
It's too... quiet.
It feels as though I'm still alone.
Me and this person don't talk very much.
I don't even know her last name.
And I feel as though once her back is turned, the mystery stalker will nab me.
And no one would notice.
No one would care.
I mean, they did warn me before.
Fair enough, right?
And no matter how hard they try, they'll never find my body.
Because the mystery-stalker got rid of all the evidence.
And I will have disappeared without a trace.
Oh, the bus just pulled up.
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So, what do you guys think?
It's not so much that I dislike school, which I do, but the way I get to school I dislike even more.
I ride a bus.
I've always rode the bus, even back in elementary school, I rode the bus.
And I hate it.
I hate waking up early and rushing to get ready just to stand in the freezing cold, just waiting for that big, yellow storage compartment on wheels.
It's truly bothersome.
But moreso than I hate this morning ritual, I hate being alone.
Just the idea of being alone terrifies me.
But my brother every morning, with naught but a nod of his head, leaves me alone at the bus stop to go to his friend's house.
And the minute he does, I'm scared. Terrified.
Everyone always says I'm pedobait and that if I'm not careful, I'm going to be kidnapped.
I know they're joking when they say that, but it doesn't stop me from gasping whenever I hear a car pass by.
I also hate just standing there, for minutes that seems like hours, hours that seem like months, months that seem like years.
Just standing there, on my own.
Oddly enough, I feel as though from somewhere, someone is watching me.
Observing me pace up and down the sidewalk.
Observing me jump whenever a twig snaps or a car passes by.
Observing me do anything and everything, all but unbeknownst to me what's going on.
And I am terrified.
But there's nothing I can do against someone watching me from afar.
Right now, this mystery, imaginary person is watching me do- What was it coach called it? Cateroys?
I hear footsteps behind me and jump.
I forgot that one other person goes to this bus stop.
Once she appeared, the imaginary-stalker vanished.
He won't get me today, it seems.
But I still feel uneasy, even with this one other person.
It's too... quiet.
It feels as though I'm still alone.
Me and this person don't talk very much.
I don't even know her last name.
And I feel as though once her back is turned, the mystery stalker will nab me.
And no one would notice.
No one would care.
I mean, they did warn me before.
Fair enough, right?
And no matter how hard they try, they'll never find my body.
Because the mystery-stalker got rid of all the evidence.
And I will have disappeared without a trace.
Oh, the bus just pulled up.
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So, what do you guys think?
