days have passed and
i have been doing the same thing every afternoon:
stand next to the bus doors
and constantly raise my hand up
for the students coming in.
you always ignored me
and would go to your spot:
fifth column,
the seat near the window.
i would always remember.
you would pluck in your earphones and would completely ignore
the people
talking and bickering
inside the bus.
sometimes,
you would doze off
and bump your head
by the window.
every time that happened,
i would silently giggle
and bury my face
on my backpack.
cute.
YOU ARE READING
social butterfly ㅡ jm
Short Story"goodafternoon!" was what i greeted you but you completely ignored my presence. © fujifilms, 2019.
