The Bus Back Home

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I got onto the bus and sat next to my other best friend Meagan. Me and Meagan could pass as sisters. We had the same chocolate brown hair, hazel eyes, and our style was practically the same.

We talked about how our day went and how our summer was.

She was one of the first people to get off of the bus so we didn’t have a long time to talk. 

I got up and went to a different seat by John. 

“Hey you.” I said. 

“Hey! How was your day?” 

“It was long, but good. What about yours?”

“Well, it was school.” He said, grinning. 

His smile was so cute! It was unlike anyone else’s. It’s hard to describe. His eyes were also different. They were blue like the ocean, but at the same time they were dark green. He had dark brown hair that flipped to one side. In other words, he was my dream guy.

The bus stopped at my house next. 

“Bye babe. Call me later.” He said. 

“Don’t worry. I will.”

I walked into the house, sat down on the couch and fell asleep. School must have worn me out more than I thought it did.

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