I open the door and walk out onto my long, curved sidewalk. It's Monday. Which means school. Which means bus. Which means people. I don't like people. I don't like them at all. I can't socialize, I have terrible anxiety. I have zero friends at school so it's not like I have anyone to actually want to try to communicate with anyways.
The yellow school bus doors open with a squeak. I walk on carefully as I stare down at my black chuck taylors. I try as hard as I can to avoid eye contact as I walk down the small walkway to the back of the bus.
Rule 109: NEVER MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH ANYONE IF YOU DONT WANT TO START A LONG BORING CONVERSATION OR POSSIBLY GET IN TROUBLE BECAUSE THEY GET THE WRONG IDEA.
I sit down in the very back and stare at the floor. I have my plain grey backpack and my matching lunch box with me.
Normally once I am in the bus, we start moving along to the next house... and that's exactly what happened. Just like every other long boring day.
And that's what happened at my old school. And I now see it's the same at this school.
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