An ocean of wheat stretched out as far as I could see. Wire fencing protected the field from intruders, and though the jagged metal made the field look slightly less pleasant, the plants still danced as if they were the most beautiful things in the world. In the morning sun, the yellow was almost blinding.

   I was stood leaning against the bus stop, my maroon cardigan billowing in the slight breeze. A lacy white top graced my curvy torso; dark denim jeans clung tightly to my legs. My eyes stung with tiredness, my body not used to the early wake which that morning I had pushed even earlier so I could make myself look half-presentable.

   All the beauty professionals seem to say the makeup is used to cover imperfections, but if that rule was compulsory, I'd have to swim in the stuff. I'd probably have to drink some too. My pale foundation matched my pale skin yet I'd used tanned bronzer to contour and hide the roundness of my face. A thin line of black was drawn across where my lashes met my eyelids. After I'd finished my makeup earlier, the only part of my face that had remained untouched were my lips. My lips were like roses- bright in colour, yet delicate, wilting with dry skin that no amount of chapstick could prevent.

   The bus appeared over the hill ,almost shimmering with the illusion that hot air always seems to cause. I wafted my hand out, signalling for it to stop. It aproached quickly, then came to a halt, a loud hiss escaping as the doors opened. Because I lived fairly far away from the school, few people were already on the bus, so I took a seat close to the back where I could look out of the window and watch the fields fly past.

Before my butt had connected with the seat, I had already wrestled my headphones out of my backpack. Soon after I was sat comfortably, the bus jerked into motion. My golden hair sparked blonde in a flash of sunlight. The toes of my dirtied white converse barely touched the floor of the monstrous vehicle, a result of the frustratingly short legged-ness I inherited from my mother.

   The journey lasted nine songs, three philosophical questions to my unknowing self, and a four verse poem about Darnbow Lake. I spent the entire time gazing out the window, forcing myself not to look at any other school kids as they filled the bus, the cramped-ness increasing by the minute.

   As we approached the stop near the school, I rose to my feet like the other people and shuffled into the bus aisle. I shuffled further forwards, thinking the vehicle was stationary. Without warning the bus lurched backwards like all forms of public transport seem to do. Unlike the rest of the group, who seemed to remain well balanced, I was thrown backwards,with a quiet yelp, into the poor girl behind me. I felt her hands push me back up, saving me from embarrassment of falling and the torture of gravity that would've pulled me to the ground.

   "Uh-uh-thanks," I stuttered in shock, turning towards the girl.

"No problem." Her smile was sweet, her eyes wide with innocence. Either that or the shock of having me fall on her. My converse thudded loudly on the floor as I clambered down the steps of the bus, landing safely on the warm concrete paving. I turned, waiting for the girl.

"First day?" she said, as she jumped forwards from the top step, her brown hair billowing above her head.

"Yep," I sighed. "I'm Desirae by the way." She thrusted her right hand out infront of her and I shook it, flashing her a grin of faked confidence.

"I'm Everly. It's very nice to meet you."

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